Some folks at Chinamart seem to resent people like us that are there a lot. I’m not sure why, since we usually spend at least a few dollars. Maybe that’s it. Maybe they think we’re rolling in money or something. Wouldn’t THAT be ironic! Anyway, a while back, one of those folks looked at me and asked, “Are you here AGAIN?”
I replied quietly, “Can you keep a secret?”
He looked curious and said, “Yeah, why?”
I then told him that I never actually leave, but just have hiding spots where I can snooze when I want. They have stuff that I can buy to eat 24 hours a day and the sandwich shop is open several hours a day. I wash off in the bathroom at night when there’s fewer people around and if it looks like someone is watching me too close, I just go outside or to my vehicle for a while. He walked off with a strange look on his face.
Moving right along- Not too many years ago, I bought one of the little “Cricket” .22 rifles for an emergency gun of sorts - only paid about $98 for it, I think. The first thing I did was get rid of the stupid “safety” feature that kept it from being reloaded without a key. I noticed that today, the same gun sells for $157, though you can get different colors and materials for the stock. However, you can take that same $157 and buy a nice little Marlin semi-auto, so why would anyone buy a Cricket?
Car companies do the same thing; they start out with a nice affordable little car, jack the price up to all the market will bear, add bells and whistles to further raise the price and suddenly, they no longer have a nice affordable little car that made the sales in the first place. Honda Civics are a perfect example.
A guy was there today to see if they could restore an old family photo that was the worse for wear. Of course the answer was “no.” The problem is that, now they’ve driven all the camera shops out of business, custom work is no longer available either.
There was girl there with the requisite torn and shredded pants, but they weren’t jeans, they were some weird cross between lavender and skin color. They looked even worse than the shredded jeans that are still so popular. Maybe she was just poor, that’s what it made me think.
Another young woman was there that had a pretty face, but it was marred with hog-rings and her body was covered with tattoos. Back in my my youth, about the only people who got tattoos were drunken service men and the hookers they visited. They try to say it’s art, but I know graffiti when I see it, and graffiti shows disrespect for the surface its painted on.
Yes, some would say that I’m a narrow-minded old cuss, and I guess they’re right. I was broader-minded in my youth like most folks but also, like most folks, being broad-minded didn’t do me any favors. So, as I get older and wiser, my mind keeps getting “narrower,” since that’s what the goofballs choose to call it. And they say that I need sensitivity training, too! Copyright 2018