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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: dandi on October 17, 2010, 03:20:18 AM
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I know the Fetid Harlequin will be checking here to see if he made the front page, so to speak, so I wouldn't want to disappoint him.
Stinky The Clown Donating Member (1000+ posts) Journal Click to send private message to this author Click to view this author's profile Click to add this author to your buddy list Click to add this author to your Ignore list Sat Oct-16-10 01:32 PM
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So, after I lifted my jaw up off the floor along with everyone else who was listening . . . . . Updated at 2:45 PM
I made a trek to the Italian importing store this morning. It has been in business, in the same location, by the same family, since 1906. People drive for miles and miles to go there. People from the neighborhood are there almost daily. You walk in and take a number. You shop while you wait, stacking your booty on any bare spot of checkout counter you can find. Then you wait for your number. Sometimes that can be a half hour or more. No one minds. It is a social event. A local teevee reporter was in there today, complete with his teevee windbreaker on, and he was just yammering away with everyone else. It is just that kind of place. Lots of us goombas and goomas, but lots of other ethnicity, too.
In comes this guy. Maybe 40-ish. He is with a far younger woman, but she is clearly his wife or girlfriend. It is her first time there and he is pointing out the sights ("pancetta is Italian bacon." "That capacolla is hot." "See that big stainless barrel? That's olive oil they import in bulk." Etc.). Okay. You see this kind of thing a lot, as if the place is a tourist attraction - which it sorta is, actually. The place smells like it should and they still wrap the meat in paper and write on the outside in #2 pencil the product and the price for the cashier to add up by hand on the tongue of one of the packages. Its very quaint and very authentic.
Anyway, all that is background. Happy crowd. Lots of different conversations at once. The guy says to his girlfriend/wife how much all the road construction is a pain in his ass. He then proceeds to blame it all on that socialist, Obama. (!!) In his view, it is a bad thing that so many construction projects got funded. I mean, who's gonna pay for this? Not HIS taxes.
I have no idea what the socioeconomic profile of the crowd was, but if it is like any other Saturday morning, it could be anyone from a school custodian to a college student, a judge, a doctor, an unemployed person.
**Everyone** went quiet. They looked at him. He continued for another sentence or two. Eyes were rolling. Disbelieving smiles grew. People looked at each other and were laughing silently. No one confronted the guy. But he went silent.
The moment passed. People sort of gave him a bit more space. Conversations resumed, and when asked, he told the guy behind the counter, "No, that's all I need."
The mood quickly lightened. No one said a word about it.
None was needed.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=389x9331114
CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Journal Click to send private message to this author Click to view this author's profile Click to add this author to your buddy list Click to add this author to your Ignore list Sat Oct-16-10 01:35 PM
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1. Great story, Stinky.....thank you!
Ozymanithrax Donating Member (1000+ posts) Journal Click to send private message to this author Click to view this author's profile Click to add this author to your buddy list Click to add this author to your Ignore list Sat Oct-16-10 01:39 PM
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3. Stinky, you should consider writing travel pieces... Updated at 3:41 PM
That article catches the sense of place and character so well that I am in awe.
It is also good that a lot of people know an idiot when they here one.
Yeah. It's like it's almost...too good.
Tandalayo_Scheisskopf (1000+ posts) Journal Click to send private message to this author Click to view this author's profile Click to add this author to your buddy list Click to add this author to your Ignore list Sat Oct-16-10 01:41 PM
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6. Delightful.
Now, where the HELL is that store. I don't care where, I'm gonna start driving there.
*Rod Serling voice*
"The store is in a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Bouncy Zone."
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"The store is in a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Bouncy Zone."
ROD! ...you've been reincarnated!
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ROD! ...you've been reincarnated!
I hear that viagra stuff will do that for ya'.
:rotf:
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"The store is in a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Bouncy Zone."
H5 for that. :rotf:
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Ozymanithrax Donating Member (1000+ posts) Sat Oct-16-10 01:39 PM
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3. Stinky, you should consider writing travel pieces... (Oh yeah! That was AWESOME stinky!! ::) :loser:)
That article catches the sense of place and character so well that I am in awe. (Yeah, me too! :whatever:)
It is also good that a lot of people know an idiot when they here one. (In case you didn't know, it's hear, not here. Who's the idiot again?!)