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Well, thats it, I am never visiting large thrift stores again - the ones with huge amounts of merchandise. I worked my ass off going over racks and racks of stuff to come away completely empty handed. This is the third time this store has done that to me (although it is possible to come away with a haul, it just seems extremely rare). I pop to a very small out of the way Goodwill, and within 5 minutes I have a Ralph Lauren Purple Label Sport Coat reamed over my arm, 2 Ralph Lauren Black Label Shirts, Etro shirt, a Loro Piana Cashmere POW Sport Coat made for Nordstrom, and some blackwatch Zanellas that were not pleated beyond recognition. Overall, small thrift stores rule, the big ones suck.
Further Rant Points.
1. Why the fuck do people keep looking at me? Fuck off mind your own fucking business.
2. Leave my shit alone. I placed a basket down so obviously mine and some bearded asshole started helping himself while I was inspecting the racks (looking carefully at an Etro shirt wondering if it was worth taking snagged collar and all).
3. Do not cut out in front of me or lean over me (it is only polite manners because I never lean over someone else or deny them a spot). Some woman behind me stretched out her arm and pulled a Gucci leather jacket about 12 inches to my right. I was inspecting a Ralph Lauren Polo Bomber Leather jacket wondering whether worth a pick up - made in USA forced me to consider it before I reckoned it was too 1980's to peak anyone's interest. Fuck shit, I was 12 inches away from a Gucci leather jacket.
I have nothing to add.