In which the vac finds peace, pants, and a pub-story.

[wetdryvac]

So in the clothing world, there’s very little I’m willing to spend money on; reason being that most of it’s crap. Exceptions to this are proper boots and hat - I have me my stomp shoes since my boots have given up the ghost since 1996. My hat? Standard wide brim cheap black military. When I’ve got hair, it keeps my hair down. When I’ve got no hair

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[big_ragu]

Carhart's (and camo ball caps) seem to be a fashion statement back home, so I always avoided them. I was quite surprised to discover recently that Carhart does, in fact, make some VERY high quality and useful stuff.

[wetdryvac]

*nods* I've actually seen some of their fashion crap, and the crapness of that crap is true crap.

And sleep deprived. Holy crap.

But their good utility clothing without all the naff styling crap, that's not crap - that's just good clothing. Alas, the usual overpricing, but on sale: Mine.

[hilleviw]

Food bank’s not the place to spread religion.

Peanutbutter maybe, but no, not religion.

I imagine the silence which greeted your comments about cannibalism was akin to the silence after a college housemate, standing naked in the doorway, told the visiting Mormons to "Come on in, you'll add variety to the sex, then we can have some coffee and chat about whatever you want." (With Patrick it was always a matter of whatever you want, but on my terms.)

Congratulations on the pants and the yummys and the good evening with your mother.

[wetdryvac]

*grins*

Terms. That's a pretty good idea. I suspect a good 2/3 of the actual customers were wishing they could set terms today.

That and I've now head from at least one customer who thinks it's the funniest thing they've ever heard, "Really? You lived next to a cannibal?"

*shakes head*

I tell them Russia was creepy.

[mysterylodge]

What a fantastic story. I heartily laughed in three or four places.

Way back in the day, when my dad was in the local hospital recovering from a heart attack, my sister and I used to go visit him on afternoons when our mom was working. For some reason, anti-abortion protesters were picketing all the entrances for at least 2 months, and they'd mob her car and try and block us from entering the lot, not even stopping to find out why we were there.

We tried to be polite for the first couple of weeks of this, but at the core, my family isn't really polite.

Did I mention her car had a sunroof? It's important.

After our bout of politeness, we took to buying 64 oz slurpees at the local 7-11, and bombing the protesters with them to clear a path. Needless to say, they got the idea after a few run-ins - something about a 240sx slewing around corners with 350 pounds of me poking out of the sunroof and armed with red, cold, goo didn't agree with them...

A cannibal though? That's fucked up. :)

[wetdryvac]

*nods*

Most of Russia was kerfuffled. And Slurpy protest clearing - best idea ever!

[feonixrift]

Wonderful post. =) I like how it all blends together like life really does 'stead of simple "events" without connection to "unrelated" things, like pants.

[wetdryvac]

If only I could get a post or bit of writing like this without spending bloody ages sleep deprived. Good day though, and connectivity = spending a whole day just randomly thinking, "Pants."

*grins*

Otherwise I'm generally able to maintain focus for a whole poem, if lucky. Long text = distracted-all-over vac.