Smackdown averted, darn it
I was pawing through paintings in our Salvation Army today when this yuppie scum and her yuppie scum friend practically knock me over trying to get to some frames. One says to the other, "I want these. I'm going to paint them white," over and over again. Her friend says they seem "overpriced." So she replies "I'm going to find the manager and talk them down." I got all excited, because I wanted to be there when she got the uptown beatdown from the manager, but, alas, her friend talked her out of it. She was so obviously able to pay and getting such a kick from slumming at the thrift. Anyone who wants to stay in a thrift's good graces knows that 1) you don't haggle and 2) you especially don't haggle when you're better dressed than anyone in the store and pulled up in a late model yuppiemobile.