|OK, no air conditioning here|
So I was out and about today. I had about three hours, with a minivan, and a laundry list of items to seek out in the retail universe. What better first stop than an antique store that I've passed many many times? When I entered, I realized that I had entered a "unique" antique store. I initiated that I had finally stopped at the store after so many years. She exclaimed, "well, that's because I'm never open." So I asked: "why are you open today?" Reply? "I have to make some money." And so it went. I might go back for the sideboard....we'll see if it sticks in my brain.
Then on to Sportmart to buy some gear for teaching. I've got a spiffy tax exempt form, and although I spent about thirty bucks on PE equipment and two hundred on tennis supplies for my family, I still had the presence of mind to decline the tax exempt status for the racquets, etc... so, i cling, eternally, to the hopes that the ethos of this place doesn't swallow me up. Really, as Peter said at the dinner table:
|Mom could have saved fifteen dollars on those racquets.|
|one of the less offensive stickers: I don't get mad...I get even...|
|and yes, it WAS 89 degrees farenheit on September 23.|