Thrift Store Saga

Today I worked a whopping 8 1/2 hours. I don’t think I’ve worked 8 full hours since I was at the country club. (That was three years ago.) Jeez. Really lacking in work ethic with my jobs…weird.

Anyway, so naturally, being there for so long, I saw some really bizarre stuff.

It started with a couple fighting about buying ‘The Life of Pi’, the girl claiming that Martel TELLS you his own book will make you believe in God. Sure, a little presumptuous of him, but really, it’s a good book and who knows, maybe he was joking and someone took him seriously. This girl took him WAY too seriously because she tried to “cockblock” the sale. (Her words.) Then she wanted her friend or boyfriend (poor guy) to get a bag to hide the book so she wouldn’t be seen with it. He apologized profusely for her behaviour and walked out of the store with the book clutched to his chest with the title facing outward.

Good on you, a constant vigilance march if I’ve ever seen one.

Then some guy came in with a van load of stuff, from shelves, to a dresser, to a bag of fabric, but the weirdest thing he brought in was a thermos. Now, granted, that doesn’t sound very weird. But the thermos was stuffed with candy. It took me five minutes to get it all out! And then I had to throw it out because you don’t eat candy from strangers. Except on Halloween.

I also had to organize all the bookshelves so that all the books weren’t lumped together in ‘Fiction’ because someone brought in roughly 30 encyclopedias.

AND some random guy, who spent forty minutes with his friend in the men section messing up all the electronics bought some wires and then told me he liked my octopus, grinned and left. Before you think that was dirty, I was wearing a shirt with an octopus on it. But…also the octopus was on my boobs, so maybe it WAS meant to be dirty.

Who knows. Either way, I’m tired and probably smell sixteen different shades of thrift.

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