So, this is one of those times where I really don’t have anything to add, because my work has been done for me.
I was visiting Treasure City Thrift yesterday to poke around and chat with some of the people there, and discovered their Therapy Shoes.
Now, the back story here, this group works with several local nonprofits, including “Inside Books,” a prison book group. So they have a lot of books. Apparently, they recently moved the books to the far side of the store, leaving an empty bookshelf, sad and lonely. It’s a fact universally acknowledged that an empty bookshelf must be in want of filling, so…they filled it.
And yet there are, shall we say, lingering traces of the shelf’s former life. Signs, if you will.
Frankly, the ones on the left just scream “third trimester pregnancy” to me. So far as the right ones go…yeah, maybe rosy pink expectations for the first child, but after a few years of that the glow will wear off and you’ll be reaching for the fifth-year sneakers and possibly the Jack Daniels. Still, the optimism is appreciated.
Here, you can see the exact moment where I got my camera out. The only thing that would have made this better would have been a pair of sixteen-hole gougers. They actually DID have a flogger for sale, but it was in the Valentine’s Day section. Priceless.
…because there are days when you can’t bend over to tie your shoes, because that would be bending upward. Which is not, as far as I know, topologically possible. I’ll ask one of my yoga friends.
I can’t tell if this is very bad marketing or very good marketing. You be the judge. But I would, to be on the safe side, bring a bottle of Lysol with you when you do.
At some point in time, things took a turn for the absurd. The Treasure City staff was free-associating in a lofty and exalted headspace that, clearly, I wasn’t wearing the right shoes for. But there was still these young ladies to come.
A high-resolution version of this one is now in my “art photography” directory, it was a nearly spiritual experience I had to savor. This brightened my afternoon on levels. There wasn’t a men’s health section, unfortunately, I guess they hadn’t gotten a pair of “Coors” brand flip-flops that week.
Treasure City Thrift, east 7th near Chicon