I believe you, my cousin.
Years and years and years and many weekends ago, I was in a Value Village looking for a really cheap polyester suit to wear to impress a hot date and so I went to the fitting rooms to try on my prized Dacron polyester treasure when I literally stumbled upon an attractive woman trying on some pants in the middle of the aisle because her aisle was deserted. I said hi and she didn't appear too bashful. She returned my greeting and I told her that Value village was the ONLY place where I like to buy my clothes, shoes, underwear, socks, mattresses, groceries, baby clothes, jewelry, life insurance, RRSPs, TVs, and other life essentials and that I still lived in my parents' basement at age 39 and that I had a semi on-and-off part-time job which paid minimum wage. I then asked her if she would be interested if I were to come over to her place so we could have a good time.
Well, can you believe she didn't accept my offer? I really don't understand it--I thought I looked HOT in that Dacron polyester suit. That's what my mom said when I brought my treasure home as she helped me dress for my date later that night.
Hmmph, go figure!!
(Damn, but I love Value Village--so may prized treasures just waiting for a warm loving home to start a new life. Value Village--you should go!! Or is that Winners's slogan . . . ? Mom, can you help me with this one, please?)