Interstate Thrift

Oh dear readers, do I have a surprise for you! No. That wasn't really a question.
OK. Anyway. Here's how it happened.

Last week my company sent me to Indianopolis to get some training on Voice over IP. And while that's a fascinating subject, it'd make for a boring post.

But while I was there, do you know what I saw? Do ya?

OK. Yes. I did see a bunch of trailers full of Nascars getting ready for the Brickyard 400. But that wasn't really the question I was going for.

I'll save you the trouble.

Across the street from the hotel was (cue choral music):

You betcha! A Salvation Army Family SUPERSTORE!! Now normally I steer clear of our local SA thrift store because, well, quite frankly it blows. I had hoped that being so far from home, this one also wouldn't be a waste of time.

Turns out I had nothing to worry about.

If this painting was any indication, I was gonna be in for a fine time!

If you want to know why clowns creep me out, just take a good look at that painting. I don't think I need to say anything else.

Apparently it's a thrift store mandate that there be at least one ceramic cat figurine of some degree of creepiness.

Um. I don't know what this is. But it had its own spot on the shelf. As all fuggizzits should.

All thriftstores have silverware (it's a killer place to find some actually), but what I thought was really cool was how classy this display was...I wanted one of THOSE. Screw the knives and forks.

WTF? I think BK needs to make a commercial with just jacked up chicken figurines.

There was this time...um...a WAY while ago when I had a...er...vision (sure, let's go with that) of what Pikachu would be like on crack. I'm happy to say that this statue was a LOT worse than anything I imagined.

OK. Here's the thing. There's these knives, right? And they never need sharpened. Sounds great. But then along comes this:
A knife sharpener for knives that never need sharpened.

And on the day when the last unicorn shall be....blah blah.

OK. Do you think that people lost weight from this by actually Dealing a Meal or by getting sick of looking at Richard's mug on every single card?? You be the judge. I know what my money's on.

It's never too early to start planning for Easter! Be sure to stock up on your egg coloring kits!

Tee hee. Back when I was your age, kids....we had these things called Floppy Diskettes. They were thin sheets of plastic coated with rust. You put them in a thing called a Diskette Drive. There were these magnetic heads that rearranged the rust into zeros and ones. And that's what we called software.
I don't know what's worse...my little lesson on the floppy disk...or the fact that I actually at one point owned this software. On floppy disk!

I only have one word for this...WTF?

OK, so if you were playing along last time, you'll know that I have a bizzarre fascination with E.T. movie tie-ins. Particularly bad ones.

If you'll read the rules, you'll understand why this one is quickly topping the list.

Here's a wide shot of the store. It's bigger than the one here and a lot cleaner.

One very cool thing about this particular store is that they have an auction every week for certain items. Sadly Big Bird was only at $15 while I was there.

Brebeuf apparently was some french dude...who came over here (and by here I mean America) and worked with the Huron Indians. And by worked with I mean 'tried to get them to submit and become Christian even though their spiritual beliefs had been working just fine for them for hundreds of years.' So of course it just makes sense that you should get a personalized license plate with his name on it.

Another shot. That's not really a furniture section. I think it's some weird opium den lounge. Sans the narcotics of course.

Yeah. I don't know why out of all the books, this one merited a picture. Perhaps because the attempt to make something as soul numbing as Engineering all happy with bright colors just made me giggle.

And I was very happy to see a solid album collection. Starting with the greatest album of all time...

They made a second album?? After Eddie and the Cruisers what else could you possibly have left to say??

This was a short book. The next page had one word...."Drink"

This is what k.d.lang would look like if she were a girl.

This album would now be in my collection. If the album was actually there. I almost bought it just for the cover.

The Animated Doe. Because buying an animated deer is just too boring.

This store has it all. This kick ass collection of soundtracks! Um. No. I didn't buy any of them (shhh. I already have them all already).

If Will Farrell umm..actually I really don't know where to go with this. I got nothin'.

You must!! It's an imperative.

This is much better than the shelf of naked Barbies at our local thrift store. A barrel of naked Barbies. What more can you ask for?

Ahh...nothing says Easter like corn on the cob!

And next up in the Scariest Easter Basked on the Planet contest we have this lovely entry from the seventh circle of hell (or Wal-Mart as we like to call it around here).

And now I have to end on somewhat of a sad note. I saw this game sitting all by itself on a table. And I have to admit, yes, my heart skipped a beat (and then I starting humming the Imperial March to myself).

And I almost got this. I really did. Even after I opened it and found all of the special 'pie holders' were missing. And a few of the cards were missing (yes I counted).

Even after all of that I carried it around for a couple of minutes.

I'm a geek. What can I say?

Alright. That's all I got for now. I'm getting back to watching Gene Simmons Family Jewels (officially my new favorite show).


~ruthie said...

whoohoo! bonus thrifting! :)that ALMOST makes up for the weeks you kept us hanging.

Todd S. said...

Ouch. Tough crowd. I shall endeavor to not let my thrifting duties lapse in such a state again. :-)

Anonymous said...

FYI, Brebeuf is also a private HS in Indy. Michael's going there next year, actually.

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