After that and going past a different bike shop that I will not mention because they lacked a fore mentioned sales rep's genuine sense of interest, I met up with my better half and decided to venture to the local thrift store (Salvation Army). Clothes shopping is not my favorite past time, and I have an actual disliking for fitting clothes. Perhaps it's laziness. Nevertheless it's always good to show some patience and follow Hannah around through the isles of second hand clothing and second hand smells. Not dirty but distinguishably second hand.
In the end we came out with a pair of shorts for me, as i have a,by now usual, rip below the crotch of my other pair. Didn't stop me from wearing them but although I've never seen a 'No Pants, No Service' sign, I believe that where ever that rule applies to shirts, pants fit in as an unspoken rule. Hannah got quick dry capris and athletic thermo tights, exactly what she was looking for.
For some reason we are always very successful at this thrift store on Parliament street. I have not a single clue on the internal distribution of goods within the Salvation Army, but it works perfectly for us. In total we paid 16 dollar, if the items had been new from there respective stores ad a 0 behind that amount.
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