It wasn't exactly a thrift store or used book store, an amalgamation of antique kitch, rare musical instruments. .. It's an obscure store at twelfth st and Northern. The kind of place set within a run down stucco shopping plaza you pass every half mile. These places usually have a thrift store, a Latino market, a cell phone shop, a laptop repair shop, a barber, and an "Internet cafe" (those usually come and go within months- right along with the laptop stores-they're underground casinos and they get raided every other day in this city)
I digress: this one store, I've frequented because it's nearby and alluring. Today, I chatted with the owner, played the keyboard, took note of the number of creepy naked dolls for sale, the Steinbeck novel, the antique Fender, and something caught my eye- I bent down to grab it, turning to the owner with an old, rusty scyth in my hand,
"This is what I came for today!"
We had a laugh.
As I was leaving, another customer buying a pair of Birkenstocks said to the guy "every time I come here, I find exactly what I need! It's almost like (we said in unison) "Needful Things"
She looked at me with this huge, shocked smile on her face "yes, oh my God, by Stephen King! Have you read it?"
"Yes, I'm Naomi, by the way."
"Nice to meet you Naomi, I'm Holly!"
That's what happened at the "Vintage Resale" store TODAY.