The next day was Tuesday, which is Customer Appreciation Day at Unique Thrift Store, which means 25% off all purchases. So, same wrinkly 3 bucks in my purse, I went over to see if anything appealed.
Wow, Unique is packed on Tuesdays! The nearest parking spaces were in Outer Guam and once inside, everyone was butts-to-nuts. But I didn't have a kid or cart, so I could weave in between all the gawking hard-core fly catchers blocking all the aisles.
My first mission was to check out furniture. I did see some nice pieces, but nothing I needed. Then I checked out the curtains, because hot weather + naked windows = sweaty house conditions. I came upon some home-made-from-70's-era-sheets curtains that would have fit my sitting room quite nicely: blue and green stripes, three panels, okay condition, cotton. I decided to think about them while I checked out housewares.
But housewares was full of Christian Rock CD's and grody candle holders and twisting between the mouth-breathers was a pain, so I went back to the curtains to give them one last look. They were $3.45, which meant that I'd slide under my 3 Buck Rule quite nicely.
But then A Gross Thing Happened.
While I was looking at the curtains, a trio of three females came by, a mom and her two daughters. The one daughter was protesting "It wasn't me! I didn't do it!" and the other daughter was covering her nose. The mom was saying, "Jeezus, what have you been eating?" and "That's bad enough to gag a maggot."
Clearly the protestor was lying, as her approach wafted a huge cloud of stanky-ass fart. Combined with my humble mission AND a complete stranger's fart cloud, I got the hell out, buying nothing. I realize none of this is Unique's fault. But occasionally thrift shopping's lack of ambiance gets to me.
To be continued...