I went in thinking I’d be out in twenty minutes. That didn’t happen.
The place just keeps unfolding, aisle after aisle, like it’s testing how long you’ll stay. I’ve stopped at a lot of thrift stores around Arkansas, but this one feels bigger in a way that’s hard to explain until you’re inside.
One minute I’m digging through old denim, the next I’m eyeing a solid wood table I definitely don’t have room for. Then I’m flipping through records I didn’t know I wanted…