So I have lived in Mt. Pleasant for more than a year now, and while I love this neighborhood (I’ll hit you if you dis it) there are a number of strange stores on Mt. Pleasant St. This is one of them.
The outside of the store advertises “vintage clothing” — but unless you count a creepy doll’s diaper, there is no such thing here. What is here: broken cash registers, creepy folk albums, boxes and boxes containing the unknown, and globes.
Upstairs there is more of the same. The man who worked there was extremely paranoid when we were in the store and kept yelling things like “Look, but don’t touch!” and “I’m here to help you!”
We were confused about this until the guy in front of us (you literally have to walk single-file through the junk) sheepishly admitted he had just knocked over several items while he was trying to reach an empty potato chip bag on the display counter.
Other things I saw here: an empty Pepsi can circa 1966, a display of small ceramic heads, a broken globe lamp, some old Bibles. There were no prices on anything. I truly believe that nothing here is really for sale, as I didn’t see any type of cash register (other than the broken ones on display).
I was too intimidated by the man at the front of the store to spend much time in here. But if you like junk, this is definitely your place. This is where yard sales go to die.