It was a hectic Labor Day weekend at Goodwill, and donations were pouring in non-stop. I was exhausted from sorting items with my co-worker Jenny, doing our best to stay ahead. That’s when she showed up sunglasses, attitude, and a mountain of junk. She shoved to the front, dropped a broken vacuum at my feet, and walked off like she owned the place.

When I reminded her there was a line, she brushed me off and returned with even more trash an old TV, cracked toys, and broken appliances. Jenny and I tried to stop her, but she laughed and told us to be grateful. “You should be thanking me,” she sneered. Then she barged into the employee-only area and dumped more junk on the floor.

Things exploded when our new manager, Samuel, stepped in to intervene. Karen who we now knew as Margo screamed for us to be fired. Just as Samuel was about to speak, he recognized her. “Margo? What are you doing here?” The store fell silent as she froze and softly replied, “Dad?”

The revelation stunned everyone, but Samuel didn’t go easy on her. “You’ll be working here every weekend for a month,” he said sternly. Margo’s arrogance vanished as Jenny handed her a broom and told her to start sweeping. Customers watched in shock as she cleaned up her mess. That day, she didn’t just drop junk she picked up a lesson in humility.