The Lonely Little Thrift Store Where I Go
The other day when I was in the thrift store up the street, I was almost driven mad by the loud, loud, horrible music pumping through the store's speakers. Think Huey Lewis era stylings. Think Quarterflash. A song by the Steve Miller Band (possibly. It also could have been Joe Walsh. I always forget the Joe Walsh was a rocker, since that was also the name of my high school physics teacher, who spoke very slowly and was completely bald) came on all about how "life's been good" to him so far. There was a woman a few aisles over from me, looking at jammies. Her look remained one that would have been popular during the time of these songs. She looked like someone's mean mom. There's a line in that song about, "I go to parties, sometimes 'til four; It's hard to leave when you can't find the door." When that particular part came around Miss Bastrop County 1982 started singing along, very adamantly, almost angry, and looking at me, daring me, but I'm not sure what the dare was. And then abruptly, as soon as those two lines were over, she shut up and went back to the row of gently used pj's. I guess she wanted me to know she still parties. So, you know, props to her.And the image as well as that fucking song has been haunting me since Wednesday.
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