The Willy Wonka of Second Hand Clothes

“Buenos dias.”
“Dias.”
“Buenos dias.”
“Buenos dias.”
“Buenos dias.”
It’s a Thursday morning, and the employees of Noamex’s warehouse in East New York hop off the Q8 bus on Wortman Avenue. They shuffle past parked tractor trailers and through the building’s unassuming front door, filing in singly to punch their time cards. They’re young, old, male, female, skinny, stout. Their uniforms are whatever they decided to