I had a score at the local thrift store last week. Long sentimental story ahead.
I moved to Japan a few years ago it's been rough not being able to see my family due to Covid. My mother, who always enabled my LEGO addiction, has been taking me to Lego clearance since I was 10 years old. She doesn't know much about Lego but she loves hunting, scanning and only occasionally stashing sets through the aisles. 2020 was the first year we couldn't do that together, and it hit me really hard. On top of that, Lego is really expensive in Japan. REALLY expensive. There's no logic to it, but the smaller sets are usually less accessible than the more expensive ones. I've stockpiled a lot of good US online deals (per you guys) but I've just had to ship them to my parents and hope one day the pandemic ends to build them.
So last week, I bike to the thrift store. Japanese thrift stores are great because they take care of their stuff, but they're expensive as all get out. Only like 10-30% cheaper than retail. I don't have much money since I'm just stopping in for Pokemon stuff for my friend. I'm browsing and see a crate on the floor. There is a sealed bag of bricks sticking out, and my LEGO alarm explodes. I pick it up. The entire crate is full of sets. Almost all the Overwatch sets, the entirety of Mario's first wave, the Ninjago set with Akita, a Friends set with a pink narwhal. Knowing Japanese kids, every set seems 100% complete (the extra pieces are even in a small zip in each bag). I am beyond excited.
I tally it up. It's a lot but I can do it. It'll fit it in my bike basket. I think. Yeah, my balance is good enough. Wait. WAIT. I don't have enough cash.
I had to hobble over to the counter, the only foreigner in either the store or rural Japan, with a year's supply of LEGOs. In my childish Japanese, I have a one-sided toddler conversation with the cashier. It's mostly grunting and pleading with my eyes. She just nods along to my sentences, which scares me that I'm making zero sense.
"ATM money machine have here?"
"Me cross street, get money from magic money box, okay?"
"Watchy watchy Lego pwease? No sell other to manchildren, pwease?"
I hand the entire stash over the counter, pray to God she understood me and book it. I jaywalk across the street because I gotta there before the ATM closes (yes, that's a thing in Japan). I am almost hit by a car but I must survive. I dash back, sweaty and war-torn. Every other Japanese person is looking at the deranged foreign animal, grunting and chanting BRICKS BRICKS BRICKS. I seize my prize from behind the counter and fling the cash over, texting my mom that I need to call her and tell her the good news. She thinks I have gotten engaged. I tell her it's better than that.
All in all, I paid about 200 for everything. I know that these prices are not great by American standards but this would be at least 1000 dollars worth of LEGO if purchased new in Japan (and that's pretty much the only way to get it here). Now I can build and play and wonder how to get it all back to the states.