A couple of days ago I went to a thrift store I don't go to often. It's off in the countryside, and it consists of a bunch of shack-like buildings with tin roofs where all the stuff is kept. Same principle as the previous one: each building houses its own category of merchandise. The floors are dusty and the shoes are covered in a layer of dust. The place is a mess. Yuck.
Holy junkyard, batman! They visibly don't have room to put all the crap under a roof. There's 180° of it, whichever way you look.
The "abandoned games of the 80s" section, with obligatory half of the pieces missing or removed. Recognize any? This, by the way is one of the funniest surveys of vintage games I've read in a while.
This is the clothing section. In the winter it's oppressively cold and in summer it's oppressively hot. I can understand having a few clothes hanging on the walls but having them looming over the shoppers' heads is like living the final horror scene from Attack of the Fugly 80s Wardrobe!
This is the linens section, in the back of the clothes shack. Looks inviting, doesn't it?
I almost never find anything good in this place. On the positive side, there's never a line to get in or to pay, and the "shopping experience", as it were, is uncrowded. Can you figure out why?
It would be unfair to omit that you can come across cool vintage or antique furniture like this armoire, for a fraction of the price you'd pay elsewhere.
Another Sign that I Buy Too Much
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