I knew the Renton Thriftway was eventually closing for good, and therefore liquidating all their inventory, but I had no idea to what extent, so when I went there to pick up some cheese it was really slim pickins:
Alright then. Maybe I'll walk to the other side and see what kind of seafood they have. Right? Wrong.
Why am I here? As I made my way towards the exit, I deliberately walked through the place where you can sit and eat, and look out the window and laugh at the terrible drivers. I used to work nearby at the Triton Towers. It was the spot of many good conversations with co-workers. We mapped out deviant plans here. We bought beers and drank it in the parking lot here. Many moments avoiding real work were spent here. Many memories. So I continued walking toward the exit and did a double take - the small microwave, oooh I want it. The manager and I negotiated on a good price and this useful piece of equipment that so many loyal Thriftway customers used for heating up burritos is now mine. Good luck and farewell to all the kind employees at Thriftway, thank you for being so cool.