you can’t beat two shirts, a skirt, and a hat for ten dollars, now can you?  this afternoon rob and i went to savers, which is a really huge, not-quite-local thrift store in town.  we spent a few hours there; rob perused the t-shirts while i scoured the vintage section.  after that we looked at toys and furniture and old computers and scarves and microwaves and books and shoes before going back to the t-shirts.  i found a shirt that said “KEEP JUDGE AL GREEN JUDGE” on both sides, but it was too big.  rob found one that said “HEY! LAY OFF THE CRACK!” and it was not too big, so i expect to see him wearing it to school soon.  we also found a really old remote control that emitted high-pitched beeps when you pressed the buttons, a wind-up dinosaur that did backflips, and about seventy pairs of orange pants, none of which i purchased.

junk is such a good time.  even the used videotapes and dishes and knickknacks are interesting, as was the arbitrary blue oyster cult eight-track.  i always wonder, though, how rob and i must look walking around in a thrift store.  to the people who genuinely need to shop at savers, who don’t have the money to shop anywhere else, we must look exactly like what we are: parentally funded college students who drive out to the hood in their integra to laugh at junk.

but it’s such awesome junk.