Out here, the thrift shops are full of GOLD!
So, on the way back from Toledo, Nancy and I stopped in Marion at the Salvation Army by the freeway. This particular one is out in the middle of nowhere and has everything from furniture to USED UNDERPANTS.
We found a great a great Masonic Temple jacket from 1973 and while Nancy was looking at purses, I was digging for more in the back of the store.
While I was at the rack, this little old man came up and started talking to me. He was white-haired with a pudgy face and soft smile. Still, he was loud and insistent enough that I had to listen to him.
He went through a number of topics. We started with the weather, rainy, and then moved on to what kind of jacket I was looking for. We laughed. I was a bit uncomfortable. I sent the signal that it was the end of the conversation at least three times.
Then he said, "Do you ever wear those baggy pants that the kids wear?"
I said, "Nope, I'm a little old for that."
"Yeah," he said, "I don't understand the baggy pants. They look awful funny don't they."
I hadn't looked him in the face for a while, so I looked up quickly. He was just a few feet away from me with a smile on his face. A big smile.
He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Fellow at my work cornered one of those kids in the baggy pants. Asked him what they were for. Know what he said?"
"He said that they were loose so you could pull them down in the back and real quick give someone one from behind and no one would know."
I froze for a second. I turned and looked at him squarely in the eye and said clearly and loudly, "I am NOT into the baggy pants." I stared at him for a moment after that. Back to the jackets.
"Yeah, well, heh. There's lots of them that do that. I special order denim shirts like they wear at the correctional institution. You know that correctional institute is just down the road. I used to be able to get them, but now you have to special order them."
I took my hands off the jackets. "You know, I have to get going. My wife is up front. It was nice to meet you."
He smiled, "Nice to meet you too! What did you say your name was?"
"Bye. See you later."
Now Nancy keeps asking me if I'm into baggy pants and laughing.