For a dare I needed rubber rain boots. On Tuesday, I entered this Goodwill. Low and behold, a beautiful shining pair of almost new rain boots sat upon the shelf.
On Wednesday, yes the next day, I found out that I had been successfully put onto the elite discotheque guest list for Thursday. Yes, the Thursday after the current Wednesday. Now, for me that wasn't a big deal. I happen to have a disco outfit ready at all times.
However, I suddenly needed an entire disco outfit for a boy and in less than 24 hours. I grabbed him and we set out on a mission.
I considered going into the Salvation Army store next door because I had just been to the goodwill the day before. SA was closed. Drat. I slowly made my way back over to the goodwill, carrying my empty case of optimism.
Our first stop was in the men's shoes. I made my way around the rack. At the bottom I spied an almost orange leather slip on shoe. It looked rather large but screamed 70's. I picked it up and the size inside read "10". Now, the boy wears a 12 so my hope sank. I dropped it on the floor and told him to try it just in case. It fit. I felt a little burst of joy and then realized that there was only one groovy shoe in this equation. I dug around and its mate appeared under a few other lone rangers.
Now pants.
There is no rhyme or reason, just hangers and hangers of pants. I scanned for anything loud or bell bottomed. I pulled out a few pairs. The boy grabbed one and headed into the nearest dressing closet. I could hear him struggling with the first pair he had grabbed. I started un-hooking an interesting pair of trousers I had just discovered. No size. Hmpff. I threw them over the top of the door and told him to give them a shot.
The next thing I heard was giggling.
Me, "I hear you giggling in there."
Him, "Uh, yep. I'm giggling alright."
He swung the door open and oh my goodness. I was suddenly audience to the most sexy pair of polyester slacks that I've ever seen in real life. They somehow knew exactly where to be snug in all the wrong but oh so right places.
I started cracking up.
Me, "Oh those are them. Score."
Next the top and again, just a sea of hangers. I was looking for the biggest collar I could find. A shirtless guy entered the store, followed closely behind by a guy with a sideways cap on. They were both giggling. I think the ambiance was a bit too much for them though; the latter turned around and headed right back out. Shirtless one yelled out, "Haaeyyyy, where you going?" Sideways cap yelled back, "There's a liquor store right over there." Shirtless got excited and bolted towards the door.
I resumed my collar hunt. I was not having any luck. Then the boy held up a lovely, pale yellow top. Complete with orange embroidery and front stomach pockets.
I giggled again. "What is that?" He shrugged.
He put it on and buttoned it entirely too much. I ripped it open a few buttons and I knew we were set.
They even had a braided leather belt in stock. Although it probably won't be seen much, it is hiding under there.
$25
We both ran to the car and pulled out the hand sanitizer.
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