I was shopping with a friend the other day at a thrift store. It was actually a Good Will, where you can track down “retro” or “antique” or “moth eaten” or “shockingly bad” clothing.
While in the store, I began to sneeze. I then turned to my friend and said:
“I’m allergic to Good Will.”
I then waited a beat and added:
“The store, not the concept.”
Hilarity ensued.