The Mall is Empty, but the Thrift Stores are PACKED!
Hey, didn't mention this earlier, but I meant to.
My ex felt like getting out a little on Saturday- his birthday- so we went to the mall.
Saturday afternoon. Dead as a doornail. By that I mean, oh, less than half of what one would see on a normal Satuday afternoon a few years back.
He wanted to stop by a couple of thrift stores on the way home, and if it hadn't been for his handicapped parking permit, due to his cancer, we would have had to wait for a spot at Goodwill. The other one we stopped at was just as busy.
My question: at what point do the awesome clothes that people are still buying (though more slowly now,) and transferring to the thrift stores, begin to dry up and the thriftstores start looking like they did when I was a kid- like something the cat dragged in? Instead of pretty much like a nice discount store, like they do now.
