So, it is a very frequent occurrence that I spend my lunch hour thrifting.
My favorite thrift store is about 8 minutes from my work so that just works out perfectly now doesn’t it?
However, I never take pictures in the thrift store.
Until today.
I’ve seen this broken vase there the last few trips I’ve made.
But no one was standing over it going, “WTF? Who broke this vase?!”
I LOL’d.
…
Next, I saw a glimpse into the future.
A sad glimpse.
I collect skunks, and it’s a hobby that I much enjoy.
I have maybe a dozen or so at this point- some of which I saw on these shelves.
Then I saw what a thrift store looks like after someone like me dies:
Um.
So, these all obviously came from some old lady who had thousands of skunks.
You know it’s bad when the thrift store has to bag them up by the bundle.
You can see two bags of mini skunks in this photo.
There were 3 more bags on the other side.
And one of these:
That’s obviously not how I like collecting things (buying them by the lot…), but I did snag one bag of miniature guys that are probably all broken anyway.
So I just found this whole situation to be extremely bizarre, a little sad, and considerably hilarious.
I hope you did too.

















































