Monday, July 14, 2008

The Wonderful World of Crap


I spent my lunch at a thrift store in the Mission. I wasn’t looking for anything special and even if I had stumbled on something fabulous, I don’t know how I would have dealt with it since I had to come straight back to the office. Mostly I was just went to poke around there; I find browsing in junk stores very soothing.

Plus, today was apparently High Style Toozday at Thrift Town. The store very thoughtfully provides a tester station for people to try out electrical appliances before they buy. Usually it’s being utilized to see how loud the clock radios will crank out the classic rock station, but one time I saw a young man plug in a toaster which immediately started emitting an impressive cloud of smoke. He stood there with a look of real concentration, as if trying to decide if five bucks was a good price for a fire hazard.

Today, a middle aged gent with coarse thick hair styled in something between a mullet and an homage to Farrah Fawcett’s glory days was testing a blow dryer. He was parked there with his eyes closed, his chin tilted back, rocking his head from side to side in the stream of hot air, channeling some Wella Balsam commercial from thirty years ago. I tiptoed past him.

Then on the way out, I was trapped behind a tiny elderly Lady absolutely decked out. Sure, she was wearing sweat pants, but they were some shiny, iridescent material the color of grape bubble gum. They were so sparkly I wanted to touch them, but restrained myself. And on the other end, she had on the exact same wig Eva Gabor made so memorable as both Lisa Douglas in Green Acres and as the genesis for the Eva Gabor Wig Collection, god’s gift to down-market drag queens everywhere. I especially liked the fact it was at least two sizes too big and perched on her wee little head like a hat. I take it as a matter of faith she snagged it at some previous thrifting expedition. I just hope it was on Senior Citizen’s discount day.

8 comments:

  1. Jesus, Miss Janey loves a wig. Especially those for "downmarket drag queens". What a lovely phrase, Mr. P.

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  2. I just love thrift stores, such good places to find things like Farrah Fawcett boys, Farrah Fawcett wigs and Farrah Fawcett pillows...all things Farrah Fawcett really. I usually stear clear of the Farrah Fawcett pillows as they are previously owned by pubescent boys and are covered in cum stains and germs

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  3. See, it's times like that you wish could wrap your tongue around a bit of Hungarian right? I know I do. She could have been Gabor second cousin twice removed! You never know.

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  4. I have a little old lady who visits my office (she taught me piano and she was old THEN) who's recently taken to sporting a wig so large that from a distance you'd swear it was a sombrero.

    She wouldn't be caught dead in sparkly sweatpants, though. It's summer so that means pedal pushers and espadrilles.

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  5. I'm SO jealous! This is reminding me of the time we saw the very, very scary just-out-of-prison-and-ready-to-rumble hugely muscled and tatooed guy at the Salvation Army in the Mission. I'm still scared. . . .

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  6. I know, dear, I know. We can go looking for him in September, if you want to make a trip to the big house.

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