i was so excited. a brand new goodwill store just opened, right around the corner. ahh, thrift store paradise, i thought. i love the thrift stores. i was nearly giddy with anticipation.
*sigh* inside it was all clean and well lit and spacious and decorated by someone who knows retailing. not necessarily a good sign, for a down and dirty bargain hunter such as myself. i like to stalk the wild half-off tag amidst the musty disarray of stores that don’t bother with atmosphere, for in those cramped aisles much cheapness hides, waiting for my triumphant discovery.
all that niceness has its price. seems the standard for most things was $4.49. and there was no ‘half off the tags of this color’ like at the old downtown store. and the jeans, which i was in the market for, ran about $10. i could go to ross dress for less where the clothes are sorted by size, for that kind of money.
and the worst part was finding cute things, nice things i might have spent the money on — in size, say, 13. looking at them longingly and remembering back, not too long ago, when that would have been a great find. and realizing the actual numbers that would occupy the tags of any pants i did find. this being this size is rather new to me. next week — juice fast. i’m not kidding this time.
anyway, some fifteen minutes into this expedition, my son’s alternate bouncing around and whining and the overwhelming size of my own ass got to me, and i couldn’t go on. i left in defeat, without having captured even one bargain.