So I had an hour to kill before meeting up with a friend so I thought I'd check out Goodwill after I made a stop at Zinnia's On Melrose. I'm not a fan of Thrift Stores as I don't like the smell, but hey, maybe I'd find something amazing! (That only happens to people that say that happened to them) So in I walk and the smell hit me immediately. (Old musty someone died smell?) I knew I wouldn't be staying long. I saw absolutely nothing of interest in the whole 7 minutes I was in the store, and it seemed like there was a lot of junk. Unsellable junk. I almost stopped to look at the book selection, but the creepy guy lounging on the smelly looking couch, pretending to read, kept me right on moving..out the front door. But I did walk out with something! The smell of Goodwill in my hair! Ugh. Yep, thrifting is not for me!