Shopping at the "junk" store
OK, so it is no shocker that I shop at thrift stores, the Dollar Tree, or any other store where there is the slightest chance I could score a bargain, although the Dollar Tree is mostly full of crap that falls apart and should only really cost 50 cents. It started with my mother and slowly trickled down to me. When I was younger I loathed going to "the Army" with Mom. I wanted to shop at 5-7-9 and all the other Mall stores that the richer Hopkinton crowd was hitting up, but Mom was raised on thrift and come hell or high water, I would be too. So for many years school shopping consisted of a few select "new" items and a slew of second hand steals. I dreamed of the day that I would get my own job and buy all the brand new clothes that I wanted so badly. Fast forward to age 16. I am working at Golden Pond as a waitress for the elderly, raking in my 6 dollars an hour and quickly realizing that I can get more of a bang from my very few bucks...