My first retail job in Australia was selling perfumes and garments at a department store, where I met many amazing people of all ages and backgrounds. But I never was a “brand-conscious” buyer, and I couldn’t afford to shop there once I left the place without my staff discount.
So, on a recent stroll through some of Melbourne’s thrift shops, I came across an old carrom board. It was sitting in the corner behind a stack of lamps and half-broken toys – the wood faded, the net pockets a little torn and the striker missing. Most people would’ve walked right past it. But for me that board was like a doorway back to my childhood.
