Now, the thing is, the Salvation Army is not where I normally buy clothes. I had never been in there before. It's not like I exactly had to swallow my pride to get myself to go in there, or anything, I have plenty of nice clothes to wear to school, but I just wanted to grab a few pairs of old jeans to wear on the farm.

 

Once I had found the rack that had jeans in it in the men's section, I started going through them. I found a couple pairs that looked like they were my size, and I brought them over to the counter. Some lady was in front of me buying some of the junk that they sell at those places. Seriously, I think that you can find some clothes worth the low price there, but who buys the stuff there that isnt clothes? Weird. Anyway, it was about this point that I realized this might be a good place for an experiment. I looked around the place, but for some reason just decided not to talk to anybody. I didnt say a word to the pleasant old lady that told me I could put my selections on the counter. Then she told me that I came on a good day, because everything was half price. Now, the thought occurred to me that maybe it would be a good idea to grab another pair or two or maybe look for some old shirts or something, but instead I said "Oh." or something. I was barely being friendly. I put down a five for my two pairs of jeans and realized that I was passing up the opportunity to get clothes I could definitely use for work and save money just because I wanted to get out of there. I realized also that nobody in the whole place talked to anybody, except the nice old lady to the customers as they checked out.

 

Is there some sort of evil curse hanging over the Thrift Store that keeps people from being remotely friendly to eachother? Are people so embarassed to be there that they dont speak hoping maybe no one will notice they are there? Looks like Im going to have to gather up some balls one of these days and go in there and talk to some people. Its ridiculous that no one talks in that store.