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Dishonorable Discharge

The Salvation Army Thrift Store has joined the list of places I won't go unless I have to.

I took Wayne over to get a new tire put on his motorcycle. And lucky for me, it's right across the street from the Salvation Army Thrift Store. So, we stopped over on the way back to the office.And I have to say...it just sucks now. It went from 1990's quaint but still kind of cool...to '06 trailer trash.

The racks were turned a different way. Things were all moved around.But that wasn't the worst.They took the vinyl off of these GREAT shelves that they used to have (yes, I coveted the shelves and wanted some just like them in my house). They put the albums in freakin' crates and laundry baskets.

BZZZZZT

Sure fire way to get me to not look at the albums is to put them into containers that are clearly designed for something else entirely (like laundry baskets).So, yeah. It's off the list of the thriftstore run. It's just not cool anymore.

Just a sad shadow of its former glory.

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