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Someone came in today to pay a fine. He pulled out his wallet, which was either *made* of duct tape, or just entirely covered in duct tape. Perhaps the worn remains of the orginal leather were hidden under there somewhere, but all I saw was silver duct tape.
A little later another man came in, with duct tape wrapped around his finger instead of a band-aid.
I think I might possibly live in a place that is not...exactly...cultured.
I'm going to go to the bookstore today. The book dad ordered is in, and I have a lot of credit built up, and who knows, he might have some Pratchett books hidden around there somewhere. He's expanding, btw! Into the building next door. He bought the only other bookstore in town. This is terrific. More room = more books and even more variety.
I think I'll go buy Pirates of the Caribbean now. *giggles* I wonder, can it be as completely wonderful the second time around?
A little later another man came in, with duct tape wrapped around his finger instead of a band-aid.
I think I might possibly live in a place that is not...exactly...cultured.
I'm going to go to the bookstore today. The book dad ordered is in, and I have a lot of credit built up, and who knows, he might have some Pratchett books hidden around there somewhere. He's expanding, btw! Into the building next door. He bought the only other bookstore in town. This is terrific. More room = more books and even more variety.
I think I'll go buy Pirates of the Caribbean now. *giggles* I wonder, can it be as completely wonderful the second time around?
