Day 5
The excitement of going to the thriftstore with an elaborate and unlikely scavenger list was trumped today when I stepped into the mayhem of Vancouver thrifting. The main item (and only attainable one) was a pitcher. The first store we went into didn't have one, but they did have a a film of filth that leapt onto each customer as soon as they crossed the threshold and enough misfit toys to fill three islands.
The second store was slightly more upscale having two pitchers, one sticky, and the other with a taped-on lid. I bought the taped-on lid one. It also contained a woman shouting over and over between off-key lyric recitations, "This music is really great but it sure dates me!" The shopkeeper nodded and danced behind the counter asking entering customers, "Why aren't you dancing?'
The third store contained a wispy white-haired man who latched onto mother and grabbed items all around them verbally assessing their uses and quailty to her, for nearly twenty minutes. But, he actually thanked her for listening. The store itself had rotting carpet and used plumbing/electrical gadgets that will soon become obsolete.
In the end, buying things new is more convienent, but less thrilling (any right-minded clerk wouldn't allow our white-haired friend entrance). So, dear reader, may your wishlists go unfulfilled because if they were easily filled we'd all be spoiled urchins with a lot of stuff, now we're all just urchins. It's better that way...right? Ahh, screw it, I'd give it all up for a string of pearls anyday.
-Canadian Castaway
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