In contrary to the famous line “When in rains, it pours,” I have my own phrase in line with the rain matter: “When it rains, my pockets are holed.”
Last Thursday, when typhoon Falcon soared the Metropolitan clouds, not a sight of a single jeepney can be seen on the roads of Tayuman. Unfortunately/fortunately, a thrift store was shining brightly enticing us to enter and check out their new arrivals. To pass the rain out, we entered and sifted through the things they’ve got. To make things short, I bought a bag. See photo here.
And today, it rained again. My ineptitude to control my desire for thrifted things had gone mad again earlier.
Bought this for 120 bucks.
300 for this one.
I’ve had a lot of colorful thoughts to where my earned money will be spent. Not one of those colorful thoughts were bags. I’m a sucker for bags now.