Winnie the Pooh: Happy “Winds-day”, Piglet.
Piglet: [being blown away] Well… it isn’t… very happy… f-for me.
Winnie the Pooh: Where are you going, Piglet?
Piglet: That’s what I’m asking myself, where?
[he is lifted into the air by a gust of wind]
Piglet: W-Whoops! P-P-P-Pooh!
Winnie the Pooh: [grabbing Piglet’s scarf] And what do you think you will answer yourself?
A volunteer at the shop died on Monday. I didn’t know her well, but she was a part of the thrift shop family, so it’s been a hard week for everyone. You never get used to death. You never get used to seeing someone alive and animated, getting into their car, saying “See you next week,” and then never seeing them again.