Buying vinyl records in thrift stores has become something of a hobby of mine. There's a certain thrill to leafing through stacks of old records, looking for those rare gems. And it's kind of enjoying buying albums you would never regularly buy, such as Styx's Kilroy Was Here, simply because "hey, it's only two bucks".
However, when the thrift store is run by a hipster in a bowler cap, with hipster facial hair and an atrociously garish t-shirt, the hobby really pays off.
Because there's nothing quite like having a man seriously explain to you why Billy Joel matters. His words, not mine.
I love this hobby.