I was granted leave for the day with regard to family matters and decided to take my (weak) thrift game on the road. Some might be skeptical of thrifting in Detroit, MI. They say that the town is economically depressed post-apocalyptic hellscape and that people who are surviving on raccoon carcasses are unlikely to be donating high end Italian menswear to their local thrift store. But I know there is money in places up there, and those people must donate decent clothing occasionally. Well, today I went to find out. And I discovered that there isn't shit in Detroit-area thrift stores. Literally nothing worthwhile. I hit high end and low end areas and came up empty. I had a little better luck at Off 5th and Last Call, picking up some staple shirts and pants for decent prices. Thought I hit a home run at Nordstrom Rack when I found a pair of Sperry desert boots in my size for half what I was going to pay to buy them on zappos last week. Then I saw the checkout line, which literally had at least seventy-five people waiting to go through two cashiers ringing people up. I briefly considered just running out the door while throwing a wad of bills at the sales associate, but instead I just left them behind.