Somewhere in Richardson, Texas, thirty-eight dollars is having an identity crisis because it just realized it can buy an entire wardrobe instead of one shirt at the mall.
Thrift City in Richardson stands as a monument to the art of the deal, a sprawling temple where secondhand doesn’t mean second-best.
Walking through those doors feels like entering a parallel universe where price tags got stuck in a time machine set to “reasonable.”
The sheer scale of this place hits you immediately – we’re talking about enough square footage to make your local department store feel inadequate…