Op

The Pretenders 'Don't Get Me Wrong' bangs from the little radio on the shelf by the door. Smell of old clothes and mothballs kicks the back of my nose. "Jeffrey passed away so I dropped all of his old clothes off at the Salvation Army. Two years later. Still get some use out of them. Somebody. His shoes he bought for the wedding in 1980. They're separated now. I miss Jeffrey."
Agnes is slowly straightening the men's shirts. 'Idle hands are the devil's plaything' or something like that.
She's watching for shoplifters but I kind of feel that if I picked up the cash register and headed for the door that I'd not be challenged too much.
Maybe she's well into the JuJitzu though. Better not.
The girls are working out the breaks and lunches. I think Marilyn is on a break now? Philis is in charge although everyone is a volunteer. Ex Nurse.
The problem with Op Shopping for the larger gentlemen is that we, as a race, are very hard on clothes. And forget about shoes. Jesus gross.
If you're a dainty fairy type you'll find something.
I'm here for what is called in the trade 'bricabrac'. I love to see that word on a sign and I love to say it.
I've been in opshops all over the world and I love them. The only business that simultaneously feels like hope and despair.
"It just annoys me, it irks me." Says Agnes to Cloe. I move closer to hear. "I'm going across the road to the chemist to get something for it. It itches".
Ok Agnes. Big weekend?
Anyway I guess most of them are tax dodges but I see them as wonderful places to start or finish. Depending on which end your at.
The Busker of business. "Not accepting donations today". Horrible sign to read as your holding twelve bags of clothes from your spring cleaning. Far out. Back to the car. That stuff will sit in the boot for a year now.
Best ever Salvos find? Mmmmmmmmmmmm
A huge square shower head that has led lighting that colour responds to temperature. Thank you very much I'll definitely be having that. $5.