Money Flying Everywhere
12-21-1997
Carolyn and I were at a ski slope. It was a very strange place because the hills started out going UPWARDS, yet some force still propelled you up the hill. We never actually went up/down any slopes, though. Instead we sat at the chair lift and watched these "grounds keepers" plow snow down the hill. These guys were wreckless, and flipped over all the time trying to outdo each other.
We turned around and there was a candy store. We walked around inside and I bought a big stick of candy for like $7. She didn't want anything, so we left. After a moment, however, she changed her mind, but as we approached, I noticed a sign that warned, "This dye WILL get on your shoes when you go in." I looked at my shoes...must've gotten lucky, cuz there was no green dye on them. I wondered WHY a store would spray dye on your shoes when you walked in, and figured it was some kind of anti-thief precaution. Luckily there was a window on the outside of the store for people with no shirts, no shoes, or who just didn't want to get dye on themselves. Looking at the prices, everything was about $7, but man... all the candy was huge! Carolyn flip-flopped back and forth about which candy she wanted, and then finally figured she wouldn't get any cuz she didn't have any money. The two people at the counter were more than willing to lend her money for it, and I reached into my wallet, which had $80 in it and pulled out a $20.
She was like, "No no, you can't pay for it!" I said, "Hey, there's money flying everywhere." She didn't get the candy.
Walking away, I was eating MY candy stick and thinking of how I expected to ski and eat this humongous thing at the same time. I started to imagine different ways I could package it. First I imagined breaking it up into smaller pieces and carrying them in my pocket, but figured that since they were sticky they'd get gunk on them. Then I imagined breaking them up into small pieces and wrapping them in saran-wrap, that way I could just upwrap it on the chairlift, take one, and put them away again.
I somehow ended up at home, on Antoinette, my OLD OLD house, in the garage. My mom's car was there. I remember pushing it to keep it from rolling down the driveway because the wheels wouldn't lock. I finally managed to pull the parking brake and that kept it still. My mom complained about how her wheels didn't lock right anymore since several times she drove around with the parking brake on.
posted by Phlegm at 11/24/2003
