I occasionally swing by a thrift store affiliated with a senior center in my neighborhood-ish. The stock includes donated used bras and underwear, so I tiptoe through the place very carefully. Every now and then I find something (or someone!) to bring home. This dapper fellow was carelessly tossed on top of a pile of chipped plates and boxes of denture cream. The gal working the shop couldn't be bothered to test his light for me, but I decided to take a chance. I was delighted when I came home and plugged him in. I am please to introduce Franz...my newest boyfriend.