Hey–just left the thrift store, bought four books. “Imperial Rome”, “Ancient America”, “A Guide to the Biltmore Estate”, and “Health and Healing, The Natural Way–Natural Remidies.” As you can see my interests are nernish, YEP. I’ve been studying about Rome, Greece, ancient America, and homeopathic medicine for some time now. Enough about that….

A quiet day, verging on boring, I stopped at a local thrift store to check things out. It benefits the local hospital, and the shop’s always is full of neat stuff. It’s Tuesday, not crowded, and the only ones there other than I, are busy-body retirees, day-dress housewives, and immigrants. “No hablo ingles,” she said, “sies dolares,” said the chubby, pinky cherub-faced volunteer in perfect Spanish. Impressive, I thought. My age, I often see him when I stop by. Swoosh, and a wirey-haired, red-head  heifer zoomed by me, dangling her 20 keys. I decided to get out of her way, she seemed aggressive, and I didn’t want to be thrown outta balance by her bumper hips. She had the demeanor of a staff sergeant, as she stopped by the costume jewelry and pestered to see stuff. No secret–she’s looking for diamonds and gold! Pleeze–this is a thrift store–that stuff, if there ever was any–is long gone. I know, I glanced myself–he,he. HEY, I’ve got eyes! By the time I selected the books I wanted, a huge commotion started. It seems the heifer (don’t know her name) and an African woman (she spoke with an accent) were at it over a “gold” bracelet. “I saw it first, said the heifer.” “no, cherub said, she did” gesturing toward the other. “Well she didn’t put a hold on it,” said heifer. The African lady said “I leave you in God’s grace”–something similar to that, then ruined it by adding how much a better person she was for saying this. The argument escalated as heifer wasnt about to be out done in self-praise. A “lady” I agreed with the Afro-lady,–and got in my two-cents worth. She seemed more gentile, than “heifer,” but hey, they’re both having a public argument at a thrift store for God’s sake! “OUT, out the both of you,” came in the manager. They breezed out, still yacking! “That’ll be $4′s,” said cherub-face, “here’s five” I said, “it was well worth the show!” Everyone in the store laughed–all twenty of us agreed.