The other day my family decided to have a little night out on the town. So, we loaded up the van and headed for the hopping retirement town of Florence OR.
Upon arriving in said town, we made a bee line for the popular pizza joint. Well, not really a bee line. It was more like a 90 degree turn with a half moon on the end of it. We pulled in the parking lot and hastily made our way inside. As could be expected of a Friday night, the place was doing record business (I think I counted eight people inside). Not at all deterred by the throng of late night bingo players, we managed to find one of the 20 unused tables, and promptly doubled the relatively fast pace of the place.
As always when we come to this restaurant, we amused ourselves with the trivia that is provided on the table. You learn all kinds of strange and sometimes interesting facts, be they general (Q: what is a lion ant? A: a bug) or specific (Q: what was Tom Hanks in the movie toy story? A: a cowboy).
After devouring the delicious pizza, we ran out of the restaurant like it was a bad date. Well not a bad date, just an old one. And with making only a few stops to pick up a couple of old guys that we happened to hit and to yell at a chap begging on a corner (it had something to do with getting a job), we ended up at our destination. THE DOLLAR TREE! Yay!
Is there another store whose employs are so creepy looking or so un-helpful? If so then surely it must be yet another dollar tree. What a wonderful store, what a magnificent waste of cash. What a bizarre candy selection. If you asked, yes, this young man’s family’s idea of fun is going to a store where everything is so cheap, that if it is not eatable, it will not make it home in working order. How sad you must think we are. But, as I had said to my mother earlier in the evening, “I would rather think I am smart, than to know I am stupid.” Therefore, I forbid any negative input on this matter, lest you burst my bubble and cast me into “the depths of despair”*.
On with the party; this time to the movie store. As we were running a little behind at this point, we elected two members of the family to enter said movie store (you should see 8 people getting out of a van, when three are in car seats) and rent only movies which ruined anyone working on them, from the producers, to the poor bloke that had to deliver them the hate mail that they got after the movie was released.
As you can see, it is a charmed life I live.
*who ever guessed what this quote is from gets to buy me lunch.
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