No Salvation For Me
Ah, such an interesting town I work in.
I decided to check out the Salvation Army today. Heck, it's in the same parking lot as my work, and I found a nice skirt and jacket there not too long ago for a combined $12. It's not beneath me to go to a thrift store...I'm just choosy once I get there. Notice that I'm trying to justify myself here...
But, and I don't want to sound like a snob or anything, I always have to talk myself into going in there. Why? Could it be the obese woman in a wheelchair who smelled like pee and was sitting just inside the door? Or the woman who was sitting on one of the couches having a very involved conversation with.... ? An imaginary friend? No one was there. But she had such conviction while talking to this phantom. At one point she even put her hand next to her mouth and whispered something to it/him/her. Ah, I love the smell of schizophrenia in the morning.
Also, there is the most RANDOM crap there. Who the heck wants a blender that looks like it was never washed? Or an alarm clock from 1971 that only has three of its buttons left. Or a George Foreman grill that looks like it was partying with the blender. OR a T-shirt that once said "Spoiled," but now says "Sp led."
They also have a massive collection of books, but they are in no order whatsoever. It's just like...Tada! Books! I love looking at books, but dude, that room gives me a coronary.
Needless to say, I didn't find anything today.
Then, to cap off that whole experience, I went over to Longs to buy some flavored water. (Longs is right next to my work, so it's not like I have a whole lot of options here, people.) Everything was fine until I was in the checkout line. The old lady in front of me walked away kinda funny, and when I looked down at her sandaled feet, I saw something that must exist only in Lord of the Rings: Her big toes were at a 90-degree angle from where they should be. That's right, each big toe pointed to the side and all the other toes rested on top of them. It must make nail-trimming difficult, because her toenails were all loooong and yellow and...::shudder:: I'm gagging again. Worst feet I have ever seen. EVER.
And everyone wonders why I don't leave the office much.
posted by Kim at 1:24 PM
5 Comments:
Man, you pick the BEST places to go in Hayward!!!! What city do you live in now? We really got to get together :)
Dude, I still live in H-town!
That Salvation Army store sounds hideous. If you're going to thrift store, you must go where the rich folk cast off their duds! Where do the well-to-do donate?
On a brighter Hayseed note, is the really fab Vietnamese restaurant on mission still there???
Ha! You're assuming there are well--to-do in Hayward. OK, maybe the hills, but even then...
For that kinda stuff, I'd have to head into Castro Valley, San Ramon or Danville. I grew up in Danville and I can't think of any thrift stores there. But I'll look it up!
Yes, Le Paradis? It's a bakery now too. Haven't tried it out yet, though. I have a boyfriend who entertains...less exotic tastes, shall we say?
No, it's Red Chili.
WTF w/ my word? zmtwmcl
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