I came out of Goodwill yesterday to find my Subaru jam-parked between two Mercedes-Benz, one so recently purchased it didn't even have plates. As I cranked the steering wheel and inched forward, then back, then forward, then back, then forward,then back, then forward,then back, then forward until I could finally pull out onto Tennessee St. I raged, in a fit of reverse clasismo (?) "Why the fuck are you materialistic rich bitches shopping at Goodwill in the first place? Probably one of you beat me to that $20 bookshelf, like you can't go get a brand new one...Oh wait, are your car payments so high that you actually can't? But, hah! Even if you did buy that bookshelf, it won't even fit in your trunk whereas it would slide with no effort on my part into the back of my PAID OFF station wagon!"
Why I was at Goodwill this time: It was part of the quest for jeans that fit and that had no stretch. Jackpot! One pair of Levi's, one pair might have been from Spain (brand Ermenegildo Zegna - saw stores called that in Spain), and the other a pair of Wranglers that I wore last night to Chris' western-dress party. I think all 3 were actually men's jeans as the sizes were all a waist size x an inseam length. Those numbers, while not covered by FERPA, will only be released to those who possess a legitimate academic need to know. I will, however, disclose that the Levi's tag, alarming, includes the adjective "husky".
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