Some may recall that I've been approached twice in Home Depot parking lots
by what I though were would-be muggers. After I unholstered my gun they both
came up with complicated but believable excuses for not heeding my command
to "Stop! Come no closer!" such as "Hey, man, I just wanted to borrow a
cigarette (and I intend to light it with this-here tire iron)."
Anyway, last night I went to a new store, "Floor and Decor Outlets" to buy
some el-cheapo laminate flooring for a spare bedroom ($0.49 / sq ft).
As I opened my car door and extended my foot, it landed on a pair of black,
lacy, thong panties!
Definitely a different clientele.
Floor & Decor Outlets
Easy explanation: college girl, on way home for Christmas, stopped to
get stuff for dorm room. They don't "pack" for a trip home, they
"accumulate". It just fell out of the car when she was looking for her
cell phone, credit card and shoes. Had to throw a pile of dirty clothes
into the car so mom could do her laundry during vacation :o)
My house looked like a hurricane had blown through when daughter moved
back to college after summer break.
We live in a neighborhood with lots of retirees, so ambulance sirens are
heard fairly often. My husband always says, when he hears the siren,
"Another one stepped on a banana peel." Husband was hospitalized for
congestive heart failure after he quit taking BP meds, ended up with a
stent. Went to visit him at the hospital one day, opened the car door,
about to step out of the car....onto a banana peel. Boy, I picked it up
quick and tossed it into the trash can.
I often see old folks at the grocery store wearing those specs they give
out after cataract surgery....they made me swear off riding my bicycle
in the neighborhood. The young ones speed and the old ones can't see.
Rather take my chance with muggers :o)
i once found my truck jimmied open after coming out of a movie. instead of
being robbed, i had a net gain. they left a gym bag of dirty clothes and a
camera bag with an expensive (at that time) film slr. i searched the camera
bag and found the purchase receipt. i tracked down the store, who tracked
down the owner, who mailed me proof that it was him. i mailed him back his
camera, and to this day (about 20 years), i've never heard back from him
with any type of thanks.
i've stopped holding my breath.
And that makes a difference exactly how?
Saw a movie last night: The bachelor party.
Four dudes sneak off from LA to Las Vegas for a night of fun before one gets
married two days hence.
Three of them wake up in a totally destroyed, 4-bedroom suite at Caeser's
Palace. There's a chicken walking down the hall and a tiger (subsequently
found to have been stolen from Mike Tyson's house) in the bathroom. There's
a baby in a dresser drawer. One of the group has a missing tooth (the
dentist). No one has any memory of what the best night of their life was
They soon discover one of their party, the putative groom, is missing. They
leave to find him. The valet brings their car around; it's a Las Vegas
police cruiser. Oh well. They drive off but soon hear some pounding from the
trunk. It must be Dave, their missing buddy!
They stop. They run around. They open the trunk. A naked Chinaman jumps from
the trunk, beats them with a tire iron, and runs away.
Then things get weird.
I strongly recommend not allowing any females to see this movie. It will
only confirm their worst fears about men.
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