|
|
|
|
|
My mom decided to visit an antique store she hadn't been to in about a year. Carmen and I were in the car with her, and some friends of ours were in a car behind us. The antique store was one of those old style businesses where the owner lived in the same building. We walked into the store and didn't see any antiques, just someone's kitchen. An old hispanic lady walked into the room and looked at us in stunned silence. Then understanding flashed into her eyes and she began to show us to the upstairs, where most of the antiques had been last time we were there.
We walked through a hallway into the main antique room, but there was nothing there but normal things you would find in someone's house. The rest of the old lady's family looked at us uncomfortably. Apparently they realised what the old lady did not - there was no longer any antique store. She showed us to different parts of the house, but there was nothing for us to look at besides a playpen and some pots and pans.
Permalink to this post.
|
|
Philosophy |
Computer Stuph |
My Weight Loss Program |
Misc Stuff |
Dream Page |
My Adventures |
Media Reviews |
Poker |
People |
Hardcrawler |
Toilets |
Gods of F*!@ING Rock! |
Starcraft II |
Video Games |
Random People |
Live Show Reviews |
John's Guide to Being a Metrosexual |
My MAME Project |
The Coolest Men on Earth |
Hottest Hotties of Hollywood |
 My Taiwan Adventure
 My Hong Kong Hijinks
|