Even with the antibacterial soap to disinfect your hands, the grime permeates into every pore of your skin, and this all just feels so raw. I can see why thrift shopping appealed to me so much. Broken toys for a broken soul. Now that represents a time and a place. I’ll still look. I keep my hands in my pockets now, one on my wallet to remind me of value, the other on my SOAK.