(image via Bona Drag)
Part of the thrill of going thrifting is mingling with people who under normal circumstances should never mix together. Something about thrifty bargains and the failing economy has brought together a stunning array of the human population. While I have MANY fun and scary stories of encounters at my frequented thrift paradises, this last one had that extra special magic dust – or maybe its called meth.
Scene: Thrift Store
Characters: Miss Brick House, Two Antisemites, Bag Lady.
While Miss Brick House is perusing the linens two middle aged woman, dressed very nicely, began to sort through some of the hanging purses close by and chat VERY LOUDLY.
Antisemite 1: Ohhhh, look at this cute bag! Oh, it has a name on it, it must be designer.
Antisemite 2: (Reading) Ummm, Issac Mizrahe?
AS1: That sounds like a JEW name.
AS2: I think it is a JEW name.
AS1: It must be a JEW purse. You know with a JEW name like that.
AS2: Are there JEW designers? Like JEW purse designers?
AS1: Well if it is a JEW purse you better look inside for some money.
AS2: HA HA HA HA.
AS1: No really, look inside.
Bag Lady: Issac Mizrahe is a very famous designer. I have seven of his bags.
AS2: Oh really? Maybe I should buy this purse – it might be worth some money.
AS1: Now you sound like a JEW.
FOR REAL – this happened – VERY LOUDLY in a very crowded thrift store. I couldn’t stop laughing at how nuts the whole thing was long enough to yell at these crazy ass bitches. The whole thing was just SO SO SO insane, they were like walking talking cartoon bigots.
Sometimes people are just so awful. Thank you thrift stores for reminding me.