Wow
Yesterday afternoon I was at my local junk shop looking for a kitchen table. I asked the proprietor to come look at a piece that had no price visible. As she walked past, she patted me on the ass.
I wasn't quite sure how to react. I'm still not.
Yesterday afternoon I was at my local junk shop looking for a kitchen table. I asked the proprietor to come look at a piece that had no price visible. As she walked past, she patted me on the ass.
I wasn't quite sure how to react. I'm still not.
posted by csg | 10:22 AM
1 Comments:
You have to understand, our two favorite junk shops are run my certifiable nuts. One is the evangelical Christian junk shop run by a guy who forbids hand-holding in his store and the other is the inherited this trash heap from her dad junk shop run by the biker bitch disguised as a suburban housefrau (no really, imagine denim jumpers that reveal the fiery skull tatoo on her calf). I love my neighborhood! And I might have enjoyed it more if she wasn't so frightening.
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