I am sure it is just me, and I am getting old. I cannot bring myself to think of rap as music, or as poetic, even if it occasionally rhymes. I don't spend my days ignoring the friends around me to text message the ones who are not. I have no My Space page. So maybe it is the younger thing today to love shopping at a store that has absolutely no signage.That's right, Hollister Stores has no sign, and in the letter below you will see that while that may fly well with the set that considers the mall a second home, my elderly mother might just disagree. As always, click on the letter for a better view.
Alan
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I love your P.S.'s. I hope they respond.
That girl and her Mom looked at me very odd though. I was in the bookstore yesterday and their was an attractive woman with two kids on the next aisle, and a guy kept asking her stuff, like--
"So what movies you looking for?"
"For a class, hmmm, which class?"
"Hypn.. Hiyo... Hypnertism... wow, that's a different class..."
"I think I have the movie you are looking for in my giveaway pile at home"
He was serial killer creepy and I noticed she cut short her looking and moved away when he said "You shore got a pretty little helper there" referring to her daughter.
They didn't look at me that creepy, but somewhat like that.
Alan
Oh my god. That deserved a full-on "oh my god" - not the OMG I usually resort to. My therapist is probably gonna send you a thank you card for all the laughing you make me do. Would that be creepy? If I talked about you in therapy? Okay. Probably.
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Feel free to talk about me in therapy. I am sure you would not be the first woman to do so!
Alan
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