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Charity shops (or thrift stores as we in the states call them) are similar to therapy for me. You go in with no expectations of finding anything, you run into these odd people looking through odd things, and then you start the inevitable record rummage. They are 50 cents here, so anything goes. An hour later you leave with a mint copy of Henry Mancini's Best of, Lonnie Liston Smith - Vibrations, and a stack of 45's that look increasingly enticing by the moment. The whole experience is refreshing to me, which I find ironic, because the usual thrift store smells like dirty clothes and mold, and not to mention your local creepy, social deviant staring you down for picking up that pair of pants he was eyeballing 45 minutes ago.
All in all I think charity shops (thrift stores) in themselves are gold.
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