the department store where the cooleremo kids get some bargains on used shirts, but it isn't the main source of clothes, whereas it is for the lower class.
A place where poor people shop. They have to go to salvation army because they're needy. They just weren't as lucky as some whos fathers could mantain a job.
The horde of drooling hipsters that descends upon thrift stores as soon as yet another piece of vintage attire (see: hipster glasses) enters the mainstream of the non-conformist mob.
I was just looking for some cheap t-shirts and then the freakin' salivation army took the place over. I was swimming in '80s terrycloth headbands and PBR-flavoured spit in about two seconds.