Another Thrift Store Find!
I only wanted one record when I walked into a thrift store in Granada Hills, CA. Records were four for a dollar. I only really wanted one. When I brought it to the counter the clerk couldn't figure out what 1/4 of a dollar came to. She was waiting for an assistant to help her. I basically said 'screw it' and got three more I had passed on. This was one of them.
Spanish - Learn Easily - Pleasantly
It that Dick Van Dyke's neighbor Jerry on the cover? I recognize him from some old TV show.
Having a hard time figuring out what's going on here.
Are these tourists wishing they knew the Spanish word for 'Yoo-Hooo'?
Did they insult the matador by saying the wrong word in Spanish?
Is the wife encouraging the husband to invite the matador back to the hotel for a tres-some?
Does she just want to buy his shoes? Or his hat?
The Stores. The Chores. The Mainstream. The Oddball. The Serious. The Goofy. The Awesome. The Not So Awesome. 45's. 33's. The 'What Were They Thinking.' Stories from the Store. Observations from my armchair.
What's All This Then
Why should I care what this guy has to say?
The correct answer is that you shouldn’t. We’re all entitled to our opinions. Develop your own. I try to be sane and rational, but that may change with the level of caffeine intake. I’m just telling my stories in the hopes they may amuse and/or inform others. And... I Confess... I'm showing off my bitchen collection a bit.
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