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Feb. 4th, 2002 11:08 pm
I drove the CRX today which was good because it needed to be started up and driven, but it was also bad because I reminded me what a kick in the pants it is to drive. Anyway, so I drove it into Hood River to get some pin backs for my completed pins (yay!). I found that I still get a little thrill when I drive up to the on-ramp for I-84 and see a sign that says 'Portland Thatta Way'. This was not a cheap thrill so I guess I should go ahead and savor it.
The first place I tried, the people were rather obviously painting the store, but this somehow didn't deter me from poking my bright, shiny face in the door and enquiring as to whether they were open. The person I addressed got that look on her face that cats do when there's a flea biting them on the ass but they're not sure whether they are going to twist allll the way back there and chew on it or not, and shook her head. Or maybe it was the look they would have if they thought the flea might give them some money someday. So I stood casually in the doorway for a bit, surveying the store like I owned it, as cats will do when they know they've just made irretrievable idiots of themselves and then I moved on. I had seen a place on the other side of town that advertised itself as a beading and pet supply emporium so it seemed hopeful that they would have findings of various kinds. It turned out that it was a beading, pet grooming, pond and aquarium supply, christian video rental emporium. The proprietor kept grabbing a spray bottle and squirting a poor shrieking cockatiel every few minutes, but other than that I guess she was alright. Maybe I should have asked her if that's what she thought Jesus would do to his shrieking cockatiel. I seem to need to learn over and over that negative feedback is not only bad karma, but doesn't work in most cases, so I guess I can't blame her if she hasn't picked up on it yet. The pin backs I wanted were only to be found used in a tiny and overpriced grab baggie o' crap. I decided to think of it as a donation. And so, after much sweat, tears and humiliation here it is. I hope she likes it.
The first place I tried, the people were rather obviously painting the store, but this somehow didn't deter me from poking my bright, shiny face in the door and enquiring as to whether they were open. The person I addressed got that look on her face that cats do when there's a flea biting them on the ass but they're not sure whether they are going to twist allll the way back there and chew on it or not, and shook her head. Or maybe it was the look they would have if they thought the flea might give them some money someday. So I stood casually in the doorway for a bit, surveying the store like I owned it, as cats will do when they know they've just made irretrievable idiots of themselves and then I moved on. I had seen a place on the other side of town that advertised itself as a beading and pet supply emporium so it seemed hopeful that they would have findings of various kinds. It turned out that it was a beading, pet grooming, pond and aquarium supply, christian video rental emporium. The proprietor kept grabbing a spray bottle and squirting a poor shrieking cockatiel every few minutes, but other than that I guess she was alright. Maybe I should have asked her if that's what she thought Jesus would do to his shrieking cockatiel. I seem to need to learn over and over that negative feedback is not only bad karma, but doesn't work in most cases, so I guess I can't blame her if she hasn't picked up on it yet. The pin backs I wanted were only to be found used in a tiny and overpriced grab baggie o' crap. I decided to think of it as a donation. And so, after much sweat, tears and humiliation here it is. I hope she likes it.
