Here's a background story -
Last Saturday, after attending our granddaughter's indoor soccer game, Spouse and I had lunch at a restaurant. We'd invited Daughter and Granddaughter to go along, but they had other things they needed to do. After lunch, he and I stopped at a nearby Goodwill store. Spouse looked at the books while I browsed everything else. He found a few books he wanted and as he stood in line to pay for them, I went to the back room where the restroom was located. There was a sign beside the restroom door that read: "PLEASE DO NOT BROWSE THROUGH BOXES OR TOUCH ITEMS". It was tempting to ignore the sign since there were lots of boxes full of recently donated items and all of them looked interesting, but I obeyed and didn't browse or touch anything. I couldn't help noticing, though, on the very top of one of the piles of donated things lay a handmade sock monkey. I wanted him so badly, but didn't pick him up or even touch him. I did, however, mention him to the clerk as I was leaving the store. I asked if it might be possible for me to leave my name and have a clerk call me when the sock monkey was priced and available. She flatly said, "No, we can't do that".
Actually, I think "they" could have done it had they wanted to, afterall, I'd been obedient and I'd asked very politely. I was very disappointed, especially since I'd discovered the sock monkey before anyone else had. We left the store and I resolved to go back there on Monday, which I did. We don't live very close to that particular Goodwill store, so it was a bit of a trek, but I went anyway, thinking the sock monkey surely would have been priced and displayed by that time.
The sock monkey wasn't there on Monday morning. I asked the clerk (a different one that time) about the monkey and was told she had no idea. I asked if she might be able to go to the back room and simply check to see if he was still there. She said, "no". I left the store, again feeling disappointed, but also a bit irritated. I had visited the store twice, followed the rules, and asked politely, but I was still "monkeyless". Is that a word? I decided to not waste time and gas to keep driving down there to see if the monkey was available.
Today we attended another soccer game and treated our daughter and granddaughter to lunch after the game. I asked Spouse if he'd mind stopping at that Goodwill store once more, since it's just down the road from the restaurant. He said that was fine. Once there, I went inside and looked, but there was no sock monkey to be found and the clerk didn't know anything about one. As I left, I decided I wasn't meant to have that little monkey.
Why do I like sock monkeys so much? I don't really know, but my siblings and I each had one when were young. We dragged them everywhere with us and slept with them, but at some point between the time I left home for college and the time I married, all of our sock monkeys (along with baby dolls and other playthings) disappeared. I think it's possible they were sold in one of Mom's garage sales, though she claims to not remember any such thing. All I know is that none of us has a childhood sock monkey now. I won't assign blame to anyone because I really don't know what happened to my little Jocko. Yes, that was his name. I just know it would have been nice to have him and be able to show him to my granddaughter.
Perhaps I was being silly about the Goodwill sock monkey, but I really wanted it. Sock monkeys were part of my childhood and evoke such fond memories. Thank you Cyndy, for offering that little sock monkey in your giveaway. Maybe I was meant to have one after all.