In Vancouver near 12th & Kingsway is a big Salvation Army Thrift Store. Every now and again I like to purge the house of unwanted items, and this song came as I sat in the living room literally looking at “books in boxes” and “clothes in a pile” ready for a trip to the Sally Ann. I then got to thinking about consumerism and the thrift store's role in processing all our discards and keeping them from landfill. As I was writing the song there was a CBC news story about young TikTokers showing off their “phone pinkies” (referred to as “dented fingers” in the song) caused by excessive phone use, the same phones used to make online purchases of anything under the sun. It's the way things are going/have gone, but it's doing irreparable damage to the High Street. Nevertheless, I'm sure thrift stores are benefiting from this over-consumption even as the environment suffers. Song structure is ABABCBA, so straight to the chorus after the first verse. I like songs that begin with vocals right off the bat, hence the immediate start to this one. There's a few long words in the chorus, but I sometimes like to use unusual or unexpected words in my writing. I figure the English language has a vast vocabulary to choose from so why not branch out a bit?