Re: Fish Eyes again
Did I tell you all that five years go I was in Wasilla when u-no-hoo
wuz in power?
Home of the mush dogs and start of the Iditarod. right at the town
border a number
of very large fireworks stands. It was quite a Christian enclave I
felt. Independent
people wishing to live independent lives w/a sort of anti-48 stance.
It wasn't bad
though just far away from the lower 48. Would not want one of them
running the
rest of the Empire though.
On Sep 16, 2008, at 7:32 PM, Diana Bloomfield wrote:
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.
J.
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