Go in with an open mind and zero expectations. You might leave with a garden gnome. Or a saxophone. I’m not judging.
Don’t forget to check the bookshelves. I found a first edition of a cookbook by a local Manchester chef there. It was covered in a suspicious sticky residue, but it was still a steal.
And for the love of all that is holy, try on the clothes. Sizing from the 1980s is a different universe. A “Large” back then is basically a modern “Small”. It’s a confusing, wonderful world.
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The Weird, the Wonderful, and the WTF
Last week, they had a full set of Encyclopedia Britannica from 1962. Who buys that? Someone who needs to know the capital of Upper Volta, I guess?
Then there’s the electrical section. It’s a graveyard of ambition. Bread makers, juicers, and pasta machines that someone swore they’d use. Every single day. They didn’t.
I almost bought a small, sad espresso machine. The volunteer looked at me and said, “You’ll have to clean it yourself, love. The last owner was a right slob.” Sold. On the honesty alone.
