This Nevada thrift store is not messing around. Hours evaporate before you even notice. I wandered in expecting a quick browse and somehow ended up tangled in racks of retro jackets, mountains of vinyl, and enough kitschy knickknacks to start my own museum.
Every corner whispered, “Pick me, pick me!” and my arms became a precarious balancing act of potential treasures.
Sunglasses from the ’80s? Check…