Most thrift stores have a certain chaotic energy – that jumbled, “maybe-there’s-treasure-maybe-there’s-someone’s-discarded-gym-clothes” vibe that requires equal parts patience and hand sanitizer.

The first thing that hits you when you walk in isn’t that familiar musty thrift store smell (you know the one I’m talking about – part mothballs, part grandma’s attic). Instead, there’s an unexpected ...