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When I pulled into the parking lot of the Goodwill in Santee, every spot was taken. A woman in a beat up Toyota Corolla nearly ran me off the road in an attempt to score a spot that a station wagon was backing out of. Once inside the store, I noticed it smelled like moth balls and arm pits. Maddie was the only non-geriatric person in the place. I found her rummaging through the dresses.
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/sep/07/31129/
Name: Maddie Piffard
Age: 19
Occupation: Student at Grossmont College
Favorite wadrobe item: Her Gucci sunglasses
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/sep/07/31130/
My first stop upon arriving in Santee was the Sonic Drive-in for tater-tots and a diet Pepsi (feel free to judge me on my unheatlhy food choices). I was there all of two minutes before spotting my first cowboy hat. Colt Day,his honest-to-God real name, was two cars over. He has a strong southern accent and a state of Texas decal on his rear window the size of an obese toddler. 23-year-old Colt told me that for a living he breaks horses up in Wild Cat Canyon. When my rollerskating waitress arrived with my food, I noticed she had a southern twang as well. She was born and raised in Santee.
When I pulled into the parking lot of the Goodwill in Santee, every spot was taken. A woman in a beat up Toyota Corolla nearly ran me off the road in an attempt to score a spot that a station wagon was backing out of. Once inside the store, I noticed it smelled like moth balls and arm pits. Maddie was the only non-geriatric person in the place. I found her rummaging through the dresses.
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/sep/07/31129/
Name: Maddie Piffard
Age: 19
Occupation: Student at Grossmont College
Favorite wadrobe item: Her Gucci sunglasses
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/sep/07/31130/
My first stop upon arriving in Santee was the Sonic Drive-in for tater-tots and a diet Pepsi (feel free to judge me on my unheatlhy food choices). I was there all of two minutes before spotting my first cowboy hat. Colt Day,his honest-to-God real name, was two cars over. He has a strong southern accent and a state of Texas decal on his rear window the size of an obese toddler. 23-year-old Colt told me that for a living he breaks horses up in Wild Cat Canyon. When my rollerskating waitress arrived with my food, I noticed she had a southern twang as well. She was born and raised in Santee.