Chapter 9

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Thrift stores, in the past, were located in poor neighborhoods.

Of course. The whole idea was to make clothing and furniture available to poor people.

Now, with government programs and all, we don't have any poor people any more, and thrift stores are moving upscale. Our Salvation Army has strip mall megastores, Volunteers of America has boutiques in the fancy neighborhoods.

This disturbs me. In the first place, if people have so much stuff that they can throw off designer clothes every season -- and these thrift stores do have more clothes than they can sell -- people have too much stuff. And in the second place, where is all this money going to? Fat administrative salaries for fat-ass ladies with self-serving social concerns?


I heard an author once telling about his father not being able to leave the apartment because father's pants were at the tailor.

One of my favorite poverty jokes was in one of the innumerable performances of the old song "Open the Door, Richard". It's about a fellow coming home and his roommate not letting him in:

"I know he's in there, 'cause I'm wearin' the clothes!"