Deep in the heart of San Antonio, there is a Goodwill. It’s as polished as a downtown department store, and even has a coffee bar built in. We swore we’d find that Goodwill and we would shop at that Goodwill. And we did. But they actually had standards, so we went off to go to every damned Texas Thrift in the city instead. I’ve never seen a nicer Goodwill, but honestly, in this blog, quality is something of a downside.
Everything I see sparkles. My dress sparkles. The flowers, they sparkle too. Even my dog sparkles. Ever since the operation, I don’t have to see…ugly things. Only beautiful things. So beautiful.
…please, help me…I’m not even white, they painted me this color. The last thing I ever saw was a bucket of whitewash and two inch-wide rhinestones. Help me, or kill me, either way. You want money? I got two diamonds, baby, you can HAVE ’em! Seriously! Just send help! I’m not even a cat, or a dog, or whatever, I’m an effing RACCOON! If I could see ANYTHING I would so give you rabies…
I could sparkle too, if you’d just give me a chance, really, I promise I’d be quiet, and…sparkly…
Texas Thrift, I35, North San Antonio
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