Skip to content

Tales from the Thrift

September 3, 2008
tags:

I promised you all a Jet Rag $1 Sundays shenanegins post and here it is:

Dudeguy and I left the house at 10:00am – I would have chosen to leave earlier, but he’s slow.  We arrived around 10:25 to be greeted by a clusterfuck (I KNEW IT!) of people covering the parking lot like ants would a used peppermint candy.

“This should be interesting,” I thought to myself.  We parked about a block away and walked down.

It was nice out.  Sun shining, no clouds and a big blue sky.  I inhaled a deep breath and decided to mill around the rows of clothes on the ground flanked by bins on the far right near the store wall and people sitting on nylon wrapped cubes to the left.

“How strange,” I thought.  “I wonder if they’re tired.”

Dudeguy points over to the people.

“You see them over there?”

I nod.

“They’re waiting on the people to come out and open those bags.  You’ll see what happens next.”

Little did I know I was about to watch an interesting experiment that would conclusively prove to me that evolution exists and that man must be related somehow, someway to apes.

About ten minutes passed.  Suddenly, I heard a moderately loud POP!  I whirl around and find that 80% of the people had rushed over to the far left and were screaming and laughing and groping at the cubes.  I recoiled in mixture of wonder and horror watching them.  The next POP!  More screams ensue.  Then POP! POP! POP!  The noise reaches an level that would drive most to the brink of insanity and everyone bends at the waist frantically clawing, grabbing, lifting, and snatching clothes off of the ground.  I try not to get trampled as the people, arms full of clothes, break off into groups, some dumping their newly acquired booty into bins and others on the floor.  They then feverishly pick at the piles, saving the treasures and tossing the trash to the rows that I saw when I first arrived.

“This shit is nuts!”

Dudeguy spies something he likes in a pile nearby.  He goes to pick it up and is fiercly halted by a young woman who, in her most territorial voice cries, “Don’t touch that!  That’s my pile, sir!” and snatches the three inches of fabric he managed to grab out of his hand.  In the process, she rips the garment.

“Well that was a good job,” he shouts back.  “You just ripped it, stupid broad.”

At this point, I turn away.  He’s easily excitable and doesn’t give a flying fuck (his words) who he’s talking to or where he is.  I hear old punk rockers are like that.  I tell him to shut up and that I’m really not trying to fight anyone this morning.  It’s not worth clothes that cost $1.  I think.  He agreed to let it go after a few more snide remarks and we both move on.

The rest of the day passed without incident.  He managed to come up on some great things: two jackets for the winter, a merino wool Banana Republic sweater with the tag still attached (!), and a pair of pants.  I got a nice yellow shirt, a button down yellow shirt (something draws me to that color and I don’t know what it is…), a scarf, a skirt I need to hem, a skirt that won’t fit over one of my legs (the hell was I thinking?), and a grey henley.

After about an hour and a 10 degree rise in temperature.  I got irritable.  People constantly tossing things back into the rows and hitting me in various places on my body was REALLY getting on my nerves.  Dudeguy must have seen my ire and decided that it was time to go.  Good call.  We left, happy that we managed to get a lot of stuff for $11.

All in all, my maiden voyage was a good one.  Actually, even with my mild rise in blood pressure, I have a great time.  I picked up some insight on the human condition and learned how to conduct myself the next time I go.  And I will be snatching and grabbing like a madwoman on that shopping trip.  Usually I can’t rationalize stooping to such animal-like behavior, but at Jet Rag $1 Sundays, only the strongest get the good stuff.

I guess Darwin was right.  LOL.

My blog’s new home is up; you should go there.

Advertisements
3 Comments leave one →
  1. Vanz permalink
    September 4, 2008 2:15 pm

    You need to tell me a little more bout this cuz you know I’m cheap as hell.

  2. September 4, 2008 2:17 pm

    Every Sunday near LaBrea and Melrose. Let me know if you ever want to come to L.A. and roll out.

  3. January 15, 2009 4:40 pm

    OMG…I go to that sale and you gave a very accurate dipiction indeed! Kudos. I can’t even tell you the amount of insane fights I’ve witnessed at that place over one-dollar items…it’s actually very good live theatre.

    I also have scored a few good peices but just can’t bring myself to fight and dive into throngs of crazed lunatics for a peice of clothing.

    Everyone I tell about the sale or bring to the sale things I’m exaggerating and then when they witness the event are flabbergasted at the venom and vigor people fight over the clothes.

    Thanks for posting a blog, I found it highly amusind!!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: