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Re: Fish Eyes again

I love that. Those 6-inch spike heels, seductive decolletage, and the AK47 (hunting slow-moving moose, perhaps??) all sound kinda familiar. You weren't thinking about anybody in particular with that description, were you?? :)

I do think it's odd that they hide it under the counter, though-- commenting on Katherine's experience. I think they essentially hide it here, too-- though on the shelf, but not in a location you can easily locate-- making you have to roam around and roam around looking for it, forcing you to finally ask if they have it and, if so, where it is-- which I've never understood. Have to agree, too, that I never saw it make a difference, either in coating or in anything else it was supposed to do. I do love the smell, though. It reminds me of the ancient dentist I used to go to, growing up. I always thought that smell was something medicinal in his office. It wasn't until I was in my early 20's that I realized that smell was a certain kind of liquor (Everclear?), and he was just a nice, ancient, sort of competent-- but alcoholic-- dentist. What a surprise. No wonder, as an adult, I've kept my dentist living in grand style through the years. A sober dentist can do wonders. :)

On Sep 16, 2008, at 9:57 PM, Judy Seigel wrote:

I am shocked, I mean SHOCKED, that any woman in this year of 1928-- oops I mean 2008 -- would give a rat's whisker what a CLERK in a LIQUOR STORE (who sells rotgut to drunks or overpriced wine to nouveaux riches for a living) thought of their purchase -- morning, noon or night. Not to mention that permitting the real or imagined (attitude? sneer?) to intimidate intensifies their power. They'll know if you're embarrassed, confirming that you SHOULD be embarrassed and/or that women are wimps.(Or the joy of sadism.) These are guys SELLNG THE STUFF, for heaven's sake. (They probably flunked 8th grade.)

Suggestion: Walk in wearing your pointiest-toed 6-inch spike heels, most seductive decolletage, with your AK47 slung over one shoulder and ammo belt hung low. Tell them you need some Everclear in a hurry because the posse is waiting, but you'll be back for something more suitable in time for the after party.