good grief charlie brown.
i didn’t know this magazine was around that long ago!
i remember seeing it on magazine stands when i was young.
well. old enough to love looking at all the “movie magazines”!
remember those anybody?
‘silver screen’ ‘movie screen’ . . . and many more
ah. the days of troy donahue and sandra dee.
she was only 3 years older than i was. but she was so cool!
and the difference then from 13 to 16 was a chasm!
those ‘true confession’ magazines were “off limits.”
they were considered a little sleazy i think.
at least by MY mother they were.
and they were NEVER part of my reading repertoire.
my best friend lilly and i used to sit on stools at the drugstore
in virginia after church.
we ordered two cokes and a basket of french fries.
and old mr cowdry let us look at all the movie magazines for free.
IF we didn’t leave greasy fingerprints on them! LOL.
called the ‘good ole days’ old bean.
can you see that happening today?
the TRUE CONFESSION of this post?
my name is tammy j. and i almost fell off the minimalist wagon.
impulse buying something i absolutely didn’t need.
it still happens to me on occasion!
it started with pizza old bean.
i was talking with a friend on the phone about meatless pizza.
she said it was DELICIOUS! and in the frozen section at target.
well. i just had to go get me some!
i have always liked target. i shop there when i need something.
clean. spacious. nice. and supposedly they give back to the
well. the pizza wasn’t the kind i wanted.
i bought some other frozen items.
i lounged around in the lawn furniture area.
i spotted some really neat deck type lawn chairs.
the COLOR is what got me!
tropical glorious color!
so beautiful on my little balcony!
fuscia! teal blue! lime green! YUM!!!
almost as good as pizza!
well. i loaded two of them on my cart. with the frozen food.
i tooled up to the front checkout. whipped out my debit card.
(i’ve finally graduated from paper checks. yes.)
they were on SALE !!~ doncha know.
you think they’re a great buy because of that.
whether you NEED them or not. I DID NOT need them.
i’m all checked out.
i wheel the cart to my car.
it’s 80 degrees. the air heavy and humid. 98% humidity to be exact.
sun beating down relentlessly.
great scot and cathouse thursday.
i look like stanley in his sweaty t-shirt in street car named desire!!!!
picture this person OLDER and CHUBBIER.
i spend over 25 minutes in the parking lot
trying to get the dang things into the backseat of the car.
i finally get one WEDGED in.
i go back to target with the other.
my frozen food has now been in the oven of my car for 30 minutes.
and . . .
here we are . . .
TA DA ! ! !
ME: motioning to my cart with one chair in it.
“i just bought 2 of these. and i could only get one into my car.
could i leave this one here for about 15 minutes while i take the other one home?”
CS: “i’m sorry. no. we can’t do that. it’s against store policy.”
ME: “no. you might not have understood. i’ve already bought it.
i’m not asking you to hold it til i come back to buy it.
i just need you to let it stay right here til i can be back to pick it up in 15 min.”
CS: “i understood you perfectly. we cannot do that. it’s against store policy.”
OMG. is it muggy in here? or is it just me?
i’m sure i’m starting to resemble this guy.
at this point i don’t care if i stink or not. i’m starting to get hot under
the collar. not just in the underarms.
ME: “well then. do you think you could call somebody in your ware house
to help me put it into the trunk and tie it with some piece of old string?”
CS: “i’ll try.”
she gets on her phone and asks a warehouse person to come to CS.
i try to interrupt . . .
“do you think you could ask him to bring the piece of string with him . . . “
my voice trails off . . . thinking . . . so he doesn’t have to WALK all the way back
for a piece of string . . . then WALK all the way back here with it . . .
she is not listening to me. she has already hung up.
5 minutes later he appears. nothing in his hands of course.
my frozen food is partially cooked by now.
CS : “she needs a piece of string to tie this chair in the trunk of her car.”
WAREHOUSE GUY: “we can’t do that. it’s against store policy.”
i’ll spare you my reply.
ME: “are you allowed to walk AS QUICKLY AS YOU CAN
to help me find some string to BUY in this policy ridden store
so i can TIE THE CHAIR into my trunk ALL BY MYSELF???”
we start down one of the long aisles.
he is walking like a snail.
ME: “darling. you’re going to have to pick up the pace.
i have 20.00 worth of food thawing to a gooey mess in my car.”
as we’re quickly walking and looking . . .
he’s on his walky talky . . .
“leonard. hey man! do you know where they keep the string?
yeah. string. you know like cord or somethin’.”
something in me just CLICKED.
i stop in my tracks.
ME: “follow me to CS. i am returning these chairs.
if you are allowed to help me get the other one out of my car
i will be happy to give you a generous tip. i am worn out.
over heated and hypertensive.”
WAREHOUSE GUY: “i think i can help you. but i’m not allowed to take a tip.
we can be fired if we take a tip. it’s store policy.”
30 minutes of fighting to get the OTHER chair extracted . . .
YES. CS said i could leave the one chair there if i didn’t ‘ TAKE TOO LONG ‘ . . .
YES. that same @#$% chair has sat there in THAT CART
for 20 minutes longer than i had asked for in the first place.
and FINALLY i had the refund on my debit card
and i was OUT OF THERE!!!
i wouild be happy to go back and shop there.
but it’s against my policy.
til soon old bean !
two days ago when this happened . . .
it was 80 degrees. (22.6 celsius)
after a lovely rain that evening and
in the morning . . .
nor tornadoes! but. it all turned into
freezing rain. all the trees white.
last night it was 28 degrees. (-2.2 celsius)
summer was short.
i’m happily back on the minimalist wagon!