Walking Backwards

I made an unusual stop today on my way to pick up Nico. Not unusual in the sense that I never go to this place, but the timing was off. I am a Monday morning thrift store shopper having learned that that is when they restock from the weekend and the crowds are lighter. The staff is also less "involved" with you and your purchases. I braved it though, and thank goodness I did because I wouldn't have found my treasure of the day and I wouldn't have seen the following abominations to the retail/video industry.

My first stop was the video section where I always check for old horror movies or flicks that I have always wanted to watch, but never bother renting. They had an old horror movie today, too. Sadly, I know why it was brought to the thrift store.


Then I found a movie I had forgotten smashed in between a bunch of Disney films that didn't quite get off the ground (I'm looking at you "Three Lives of Thomasina" - talk about a depressing concept). This is a supposed children's movie that should never have been produced. I have no idea how they can make the whole cutting heads off thing "kid friendly".


Off to the toy section for me where no good board games were to be found today, but I did find some disturbing figures, my favorite being the one that was obviously marketed to children of ranchers. The "captive-bolt-gun" cow.



They had a giant-sized Heathclif doll with one eyebrow that I took a picture of, but it doesn't do it justice, so I am not posting it. I also realized I didn't get a pic of what I DID buy - a Japanese box set of Aesop's fables (for $2, rad!). I just had to get out of there. The cashier was eying my books and starting talking about how she loves Japanese items. When she started taking them out of their case I took that as my cue to leave even though it meant forgoing a conversation about 'Rio Bravo' with another employee who may be just as psychotic, but a little more relate-able and less "handsy".