Returning some jigsaw puzzles.

The other week I went up to the church resale shop near my house, to give them back 2 jigsaw puzzles that I had bought from them, so that they could sell them all over again and make some more money from them.

"You can set them on the stairs," the one (older) (white) lady was like, as she sat at the plexiglassed desk area at the front of the converted parsonage. "Do they have all the pieces?"

So, I explained that one did, and the other was a 2-puzzle set, and when I bought it the 1 had all the pieces and the other said 3 pieces were missing, but when I actually went and did the puzzle, it turned out that 4 pieces were missing, but the other one was completely okay just like it said.

"It's still good," I was like. "I mean, it's two puzzles, and one of them is completely good."

"Okay," she was like.

I then went to check out their current puzzle selection -- thousand piece puzzles are hard to find! - and I found a couple ones sitting out on the shelf, way at the end behind all the swathes of 500 piece ones.

So, I took them upfront to check out.

"How much are these?", she was like.

"I don't know," I was like, rotating the boxes in my hand.  "There's not any prices on them!"

"Go look at the shelf," she was like, "I think it says the prices there. I think the more pieces it has, it costs more, like two or three bucks, and not a dollar."

So, I went to the shelf to go look for the prices, and I didn't see anything, so she had to call another (old) (white) lady to come help me -- "Iris, can you come help him?" -- and this other lady comes and she did in fact help me; as it turned out, the sheet with the prices was posted way high up above the puzzle shelf, so high up that you thought it was something separate, and not something related to the puzzles.

"So those are the thousand piece puzzles and they cost more," the other lady was like.

Then, she was like, "Do they have all the pieces?", and we looked, and we couldn't figure it out, and I said it was okay anyhow, and I showed her the puzzles that I had returned, and I explained all of that, and I said it didn't bother me too much if a few pieces were missing.

"That happened to me," she was like.  "My little grandson says, 'Grandma, you're no good with puzzles!', and I had to explain to him it was because someone else lost the pieces!"

So, I then showed her how I had sketched a little picture of the one puzzle and indicated roughly where the pieces were missing and taped that inside of the one box of the puzzle that I had just given them to sell again, to help whoever bought it next.

"Oh, that will be a big help," she was like.