Yesterday, I happened to pop my head in what could be considered an American junk store. The place was lined with clothes (mostly shirts, jackets, and meshback hats), pop-culture toys (think happy meal or cereal box toys), and then assorted random stuff like street signs, beer clocks, a giant captain D's pirate, stuff like that. Talk about nostalgia. That, and I could totally provide them with a new collection.
I ended up talking with the guy behind the counter for a long time. Interestingly, the clerk actually recognized us: my girlfriend's brother frequents these kinds of places in his free time, and I guess had told this guy about us. The clerk, who's actually my age, travels twice a year to Oregon to stock up. Has an American back in the states who goes around garage sales, rummage sales, etc. finding stuff that would otherwise appeal to the Japanese. And makes a good living off of doing it too!
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