i won't be hurrying back to the decidedly plebeian used clothing outlet, the ryde lantern club, for a while after my episode there today. an old hag-like woman attempted to strike up conversation while i was handling an armani t-shirt that had somehow found its way inside the confines of this shit hole charity boutique. "everything here is so expensive," she began. "how much is that then?" she inquired.
"3 dollars," i answered.
"yeah, the prices here have gone up, that's for sure" she went on.
i tried to explain it was an armani t-shirt. "that's a brand is it?" she inquired. when i indicated it was she gave me a smug look and continued, "oh, so you're one for the brands then."
"yeah, lady that's why i shop at the ryde lantern club," i thought to myself as i turned my shoulder to the old bitch and pretended to examine some dented china nearby. what the fuck is it with the particular class of bogan you find in ryde. you'd pay more than 3 bucks for an armani t-shirt in fucking kazakhstan, i'm sure.
to top things off, as i was leaving i heard one of the old birds who volunteered there say to her friend, "oh well, at least he's got his intractable diarrhea under control."
