Today, this guy at my volunteer job at GMHC randomly walked up to me and was like, “everything I own has a story behind it.”
And I thought, “please god. Â Don’t tell me a story right now.”
I’ve never been a fan of stories. Â And if anyone ever says to me, “want to hear a story?” Â I usually fake sneeze in their face.
So he grabbed his tie and was like, “I bought this tie at a thrift store.”
and so naturally I yawned.
and he said, “it has martinis on it.”
And I perked up, “I’m listening….“
and he said, “there’s even a martini recipe on the back… and a pinup girl.”
and then I started dancing around the room screeching like a chimpanzee.
Isn’t this tie amazing. Â I want one, but what’s a “Thrift Store”??