josephusminimus
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I had a conversation with a lady in a thrift store the other day while I was poking through the clothing items on sale for a buck. [I see her in those stores frequently enough so's we give one another a hat-tip and smile when we encounter.] She saw me preparing to try on a hooded windbreaker and wrinkled her nose.<br /><br /><em>"You don't worry about all those fleas, lice and bedbugs?"</em><br /><br /><em>"Eh?"</em><br /><br /><em>"That sign they posted up front." </em> I squinted in the direction she was pointing, saw a sign but couldn't make out what it said.<br /><br /><em>"It says they've had complaints of parasites in some of the blankets and clothing they've sold."</em><br /><br />I considered it a moment. "<em>So why are you back here looking at clothes?"</em><br /><br /><em>"They've dropped the prices on everything, trying to get the inventory down so they can do something about it. I'll just make certain what I buy is sealed in a plastic garbage bag before I put it into the car. Then I'll kill off the vermin before I take anything inside."</em><br /><br />I thought it over while I put the windbreaker back on the hanger. "<em>Yeah, me too</em>."