There is not a page in your magazine that I can’t find something interesting
I love the humour you publish on thissite
These are all great selections. The wife’s “steak orders” in # 2 reminds me of how some (not all) $tarbucks customers love rattling off specifically detailed, phony, cliched coffee/beverage orders to the barista!
# 9 (being from ’67) does ring true to life. I remember my Mom and her friends talking about how they enjoyed their leisure time! Her hair was high with Aqua Net*. She’d complain about her friends wearing mini-skirts (age inappropriate) while she had a daisy print one on herself; with matching daisy sandals!
It sounds odd to say, but I kind of got a kick out of how she’d contradict herself, not always, but a lot of the time; especially when my dad would say “what”? taking his glasses off! I miss her so much, and would give anything now just to see her for even 10 minutes before she got Parkinson’s. All the fun was replaced with worry, stress and profound sadness about her falling and injuring herself between 2007-2013.
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(*My friends and I would light a match at the Aqua Net’s nozzle and use it as a blowtorch on bugs in the backyard. If too much was used, I’d use my allowance to buy an identical replacement can so she wouldn’t be suspicious. She wasn’t. Of course I soon learned to just buy my own can for going after the bugs. A boyhood memory from the leisurely summer of ’67, long ago.)
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There is not a page in your magazine that I can’t find something interesting
I love the humour you publish on thissite
These are all great selections. The wife’s “steak orders” in # 2 reminds me of how some (not all) $tarbucks customers love rattling off specifically detailed, phony, cliched coffee/beverage orders to the barista!
# 9 (being from ’67) does ring true to life. I remember my Mom and her friends talking about how they enjoyed their leisure time! Her hair was high with Aqua Net*. She’d complain about her friends wearing mini-skirts (age inappropriate) while she had a daisy print one on herself; with matching daisy sandals!
It sounds odd to say, but I kind of got a kick out of how she’d contradict herself, not always, but a lot of the time; especially when my dad would say “what”? taking his glasses off! I miss her so much, and would give anything now just to see her for even 10 minutes before she got Parkinson’s. All the fun was replaced with worry, stress and profound sadness about her falling and injuring herself between 2007-2013.
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(*My friends and I would light a match at the Aqua Net’s nozzle and use it as a blowtorch on bugs in the backyard. If too much was used, I’d use my allowance to buy an identical replacement can so she wouldn’t be suspicious. She wasn’t. Of course I soon learned to just buy my own can for going after the bugs. A boyhood memory from the leisurely summer of ’67, long ago.)