There is a specific kind of person who goes to a thrift store with a list and walks out with everything except what was on it, and I am absolutely that person.
I went into a Maryland thrift store last spring with one objective, find a winter coat, and a sensible plan to be in and out in twenty minutes.
I left forty-five minutes later with a ceramic rooster, a practically new KitchenAid attachment, and the coat I originally came for, all for less than thirty dollars…