Refinished furniture.... with a twist!
While visiting an organization that renews, restores, refurbishes, and prepares used items for re-sale, I encountered something quite comical!!!
I chose to visit a friend's place of employment to get an idea of how things were done. The organization employed handicapped and disabled individuals, training them and giving them the dignity of gainful employment. Used items were donated by the general public, whether it be clothes, old toys, furniture or appliances - anything that could be re-conditioned and made able to be re-sold. The employees did cleaning, repairs, and whatever necessary to enhance the quality of the items they received.
As I walked into the building, through a service entrance, I noted that one huge area was for the receiving of incoming goods. There was a truck, backed up to the loading dock, and two of the workers were unloading old clothes, which were being placed on a conveyor and moved to the second floor.
The Unforeseen... or Unnoticed?
Moving through this area, where the clothes were being thrown onto the conveyor, I couldn't help noticing the obvious. It was a brilliant, sunny day, and the sunlight was streaming down through the second story windows to the first floor level where I was. The amount of lint floating through the air was unimaginable - it could have been captured in a fine mesh net or a large sieve. There was no way it could have escaped the notice of a sighted person.
I couldn't believe what I saw next!! I needed to walk down a short, narrow hallway to get to the office of my friend. There were rooms on either side of the hallway, and, just then, two men came out of one of the rooms on the left side of the hallway. They were carrying a piece of furniture which they had just sprayed with clear lacquer, bringing it out into the open area to dry, so they could begin to work on their next piece of furniture. When I got to my friend's office, I greeted him and asked, "Have they always put a mohair finish on the furniture they re-do here?" He smiled and said, "That's not my department, and I'm not going to touch that one. It is what it is!" We both laughed, shaking our heads in disbelief, and went on with our visit.