My granddad had a stroke last year and became severely disabled. He had to move into a warden controlled flat from a large three bedroomed bungalow and so we sold/got rid of/shared out a lot of his stuff. There was a pack of three books that had been unopened that I had bought him last year and so Mum gave them back to me. I tried to palm them off on a few people, no one wanted them, so I took them to a nice charity shop over the road.
Yesterday Granddad said he was sure I'd given him some books for his birthday and he wanted to read them. I thought still had them and said I'd look. Remembered I'd taken them to the charity shop and so went over to see if they still had them and I could buy them back. Everyone's a winner. I get my books, they get some cash.
I relayed this story to two women. One was very apologetic, one was completely blunt and IMO rude. She asked me did I know what it looked like back there? and it was like a needle in a haystack, they could have been recycled or sold so point blank no she was not looking. I almost cried a bit because I'd told them the personal story of Granddad only for her to completely disregard it and act like I was asking her to rewrite and bind the books using handmade papyrus for me.
I can easily buy the books at another charity shop, they always come up, but really they could have just given a cursory glance just as a kind act and I'd have paid good money to get them back for him. I was the only person in the shop
AIBU to feel saddened and not want to go back in there?