bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- in the country The Scene: It is a bright sunny day, January 15th, 2002. it is shortly before 9 am when our fearless young heroine ventures into the district lock and hardware on 8th st. SE for some weldbond (it's the universal space age adhesive (tm)) (no lie! that's their slogan!) and some black cane tips. finding what she needs after carefully whacking down the cane tips piniata style from their lofty position on the peg board some 16 feet in the air with an 8 foot curtain rod no one is aparently bent on purchasing. She makes her way to the counter where bill, who is the only person there who might even have the sligtest chance of knowing where/what something is' is ringing up someone, and then leaves to help said customer. As she waits, an older gentleman with an air of the street (read: homelss...i'm sorry, but he was) and the whiskey saunters in Older Gentleman: ssshhhhhxuue me.....eeessssscue me whhherrrrs the gentleman who whurks heeere? beth b: Um...i think he's in the back helping someone Our fearess heroine now begins to rumage through the rubber key identification rings looking for pink ones OG: esssssssssccue me........eesssSSSSSSSsssscue me.....are those *reeeeeeeell* and points to the display of plastic owls one would use to keep pigeons off of your roof beth b: um, those owls there? OG:yessssssh, are those owls *reeeeeeeeeeeeeeel*? bb: no, i'mmm....uh, i'm pretty sure those are plastic owls OG reaches out and touches the plastic owls. OG: how 'bout dat...how 'bout dat... i thought thems washhh reeeeeeel sadly, i did not write this down immediately, so the next bit is kinda jumbled Bill the relatively helpful clerk guy comes back, and catches the conversation happening and scrawls "shit!!!" on a piece of papaer and pushes it to our fearless heroines attention beth b nods silently and the conversation picks back up to what i recall him saying OG: You don't sheeee too many owls here do ya bb and bill : nope, no sir. you're right. you sure don't. OG: where.....where do you shupoze one would find owls bb: i'd say in the country. OG: (reating) In the country.....in the country.....in the country.... At this point, OG turns and begins to walk out of the store, repeating "in the country" beth b to bill: goddamn....this is gonna be one GREAT day! also of notable points for that tuesday: i met people who worked for 4-h. in bethesda. WORKED. not were forced to go by your grandfather in jr. high because it would build charater. WORKED. how awesome is that? 10:00 a.m. - 2002-01-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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