awkward story time.
so when we moved here, my mom really wanted to go too a thrift store too find some vintage furniture she could restore for an "artsy" effect.
she wanted me to come, and she said there was a huge one by us called "diversity thrift". now neither of us even thought twice about the name, and went that day.
the entire building was a fucking rainbow, and it was a gay community center. shit got so awkward so fast it wasnt even funny.