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Saturday, February 25, 2006

Today was slightly interesting.

Saturday mornings just haven't lost the magical appeal that they had when I was a kid. I slept until 10:30, which was some kind of awesome. If you've read my last blog, you understand. Anyways, after I got up, my friend Amy and I went to go look at pawn shops and antique malls. I like going to those places because you really never know what you're going to find in them. I'd scoped some out the day before, so we were going to stop by and see what was up.

Well... on the way to the first one, I saw a place on the side of the road that seemed to have a lot of second hand furniture. Quick as a flash, I whipped my car into their drive, hoping that they would have maybe a rocking chair or a prayer stool or something. As soon as we got out, though, this old lady comes out of the store and walks over to us.

"Hi, can I help you?" She asks. "We don't have much, we just had a burnout." (a fire.)

"Oh man, that's awful, I'm sorry." I said. "We were just going to look through some of your stuff out here, but if you've had trouble..."

She stopped me and looks at Amy and I and goes "Well, do you know what you want? Most of our customers are regulars."

That seemed kind of weird to me, but I figured she didn't mind selling stuff, and probably needed to because of the fire. "No, that's okay, we'll just look through if that's okay." I said.

"Ok, well come on, then." She replied, and led us around the corner of the building away from the furniture and stuff. Amy and I exchanged odd glances, and the lady took us over to, and I'm not kidding...

A gigantic pile of porn magazines and sex toys.

Seriously.

She started poking through the pile and says "Well, this is what we got out so far, but here are the toys, and that's the movies, so look through what you'd like-"

"Umm, umm. Ma'am?" I said, "I'm really sorry, but I got the wrong impression, I thought that you guys were selling the furniture out front!"

She stared at me for a second and says "You didn't know this was an adult shop, did you?"

I had to laugh, and said "No, ma'am. I'm a youth minister!" So she joined in laughing while Amy stood there and kind of looked mortified.

Anyways. It was probably the most awkward occurance of misunderstanding that I could imagine, so we kind of shuffled away from the gratuitous mountain of dirty.

Yeah, imagine trying to talk about ANYTHING with a Christian friend of the opposite sex alone in a car after that misunderstanding. I think we talked about parrots.

That's how my morning went. The rest of the trip was great, we found a REAL antique mall and I picked up a Frank Sinatra vinyl album, some tools, and a front licence plate that says "Reduce Smog: Ride a Horse."

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Have a great night America.

TimChose [ 8:50 PM ]