I finally got around to cleaning out my clutter and
dropping it off at the thrift store yesterday. Of
course, I just had to go inside and have a quick look
around, Thrift Store Junky that I am.
This was an especially bountiful day at the store.
Forsaken falderal was piled high and wide, and the
atmosphere exuded the same quiet concentration one
might experience while sitting in a room full of
people taking an important exam; which could only mean
one thing. The Hard Core Collectors were here.
I snapped to attention and quickly grabbed a shopping
cart. Even though I needed nothing, wanted nothing
and had absolutely no idea what I was looking for,
that didn’t mean I was going to let somebody else get
their hands on it before I did!
Guiding my cart on pure instinct, I tarried not at the
book shelves, by-passed the knick knacks and hardly
acknowledged the exercise equipment. I was making a
beeline for the shelves marked “collectibles,” when I
suddenly ran head on into another cart operated by a
woman who could best be described as a human Fruit
Loop. She wore bright blue sweats, tangerine
lipstick, and her ruby-red hair was tucked behind ears
that resembled dried apricots.
We momentarily locked carts. I quickly perused her
cart, and she quickly perused mine.
Atop her mountain of frippery sat a pink, Beanie Baby
Flamingo that had a price tag that said $1.50. Dang!
I may not be a sophisticated collector, but I was
pretty sure it must have been worth more than that!
I inquired sweetly where she had found the Beanie
Baby. I kept my voice calm and tried to affect a tone
that conveyed the sentiment that it was not for me but
for my adorable little granddaughter who would dearly
love it for her collection and who, by the way, might
even happen to be blind or something.
Ok, Ok, I don’t actually have any granddaughters, but
she didn’t know that. For all she knew I might
have had ten granddaughters, each and every one of them
blind as a bat.
So I was a little put off when she simply glared at
me, shoved her Beanie Baby farther down into her cart
and marched off. Well! Apparently that dried apricot
thing she had going on extended all the way down to
It wasn’t long before I had wormed my way to the
collectibles and spied a set of dishes that were
clearly from the 1950’s atomic era.
They were calling to me in a voice I recognized as Dwight D.
The pattern featured boomerangs
intermixed with A-bomb mushroom clouds interspersed
with random dots of nuclear waste.
I simply had to have them!
I rushed to find a clerk who could give me a price.
The woman I found to help me wasn’t technically a
clerk; it seems she was just hanging around the store
in order to burn off a few community service hours,
but she was very friendly and quite helpful all the
And when she said she would let me have the entire
set of dishes for $15, I nearly fell over backwards
onto– guess what? — A huge pile of Beanie Babies.
Needless to say, I acquired the dishes, along with a
few other thrift shop must- haves, and the Community
Service Lady was even kind enough to help me out to my
car with my purchases. They wouldn’t all fit in the
trunk, but we managed to squeeze the rest of the
stuff into the back seat.
As I drove away I was filled with an unparalleled
sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. After all,
there’s really nothing that can compare with finally
getting rid of one’s old, worn out, useless clutter
unless, of course, it’s replacing it with NEW worn out
Until next time . . . I love you
8 thoughts on “A Day at the Thrift Store”
I was once a thrift store collector. I watched for new carts being wheeled out. I got quite a few occupied Japan and a whole lot of other things. I ended up giving it all to a friend who sold some of it on ebay.
eBay is great! But unfortunately I can’t figure out how to buy things on it let alone sell things on it! But it is a fun site to browse!
To me ebay always seemed to be a lot of trouble for the little bit of money you could make off it.
I totally agree!
You’ll have to get Jan’s granddaughter to help you out with ebay. She makes a good second income with her thrift shop finds!
Wow! Good for her.
Like my wife alway says, “out with the old, in with the older.” Although she hasn’t yet traded me in for an eighty year old. Maybe she just hasn’t found a rich enough one yet. 🙂
Hahaha! She and I have a lot in common. My next trip I’ll be checking out the rich 80-year-old replacement shelf!