Exhibit A: Lucky charms, minus the arms
I’ve heard that horseshoes are lucky, but never have I ever heard anything about a headless/limbless woman’s torso adding any particular oomph to a horseshoe’s benefits.
Exhibit B: Head and limbs, but no torso
It’s kind of like the Care Bear Stare, but with about 1,000% more creepiness. I think this unfortunate little guy was supposed to be painted…and filled…to celebrate…a holiday? But it’s an even Easter/Halloween split, so I give up.
I will admit to being temporarily tempted to use him as a salt pig instead.
Exhibit C: Speaking of staring
Pink Squirrel knows what you’ve been up to. If he had a mouth, he’d scream.
Exhibit D: Just four aisles away
These guys were shocked — SHOCKED! — at the prices on promotional backpacks. Is this a thrift store or Needless Markup?
Exhibit E: Not from a thrift, but fits the creepy theme of today’s post
I arrived on the scene after whatever happened had already happened. I think it’s better that way.
Exhibit F: For “Freaky”
A few weeks ago, I discovered a new Salvation Army store that was previously unknown to me (but is only 0.3 miles from one of the best Goodwills in the metro area AND close to a Park Avenue thrift and maybe a Value Village).
It was a HUGE store, brightly lit, fully-stocked, and nearly empty ON A SATURDAY. It didn’t even smell like a thrift store. It didn’t smell like anything, really.
Until I went in the bathroom.
As soon as I pushed open the door to the (spacious, well-lit, empty) ladies’ room, I was bowled over by the smell of moth balls. Lots and lots of moth balls. Pew.
But duty calls. I chose a stall, and as I’m sitting down, I’m thinking, “Who has a problem with moths in the –” when this tiny little moth flew into my stall and perched on the wall.
Well. Question answered, before I could even finish asking.