Dating at a Thrift Shop

“Hey, cool pin!” I noted as I sat down on a rickety wooden picnic table bench across from my date. He was wearing a round pin with the iconic image of Rosie the Riveter on the left pocket of his jean jacket.

“Thanks, it’s my favorite,” he replied with a genuine smile. He greeted my dog Anchovy with affectionate scratches while simultaneously wiping the frothed milk from his upper lip. This was the first time I brought…