With apologies to Shepherd Book, I've found that place. It's the indoor flea market off route 340 in Harpers Ferry. Actually it could be any flea market, indoors or outdoors, where one has to shop with my visiting mother, either for an hour or for all eternity.
Actually the hour will seem like all eternity.
Yes folks, it's that time of year again. My mother has blessed me with a visit this week, no doubt as a "reward" for something that I did in a past life. Today's s
Finally after an hour or so, she found a prize: a glass butter dish.
I could have driven to three different Wal-Marts and bought her a new one at each store in the time that it took her to find that one and buy it there. But hey--if it makes her happy, that's my job.
Of course that wasn't even the best part of the day. No, the best part was walking around that
Yeah, the little darling is wearing water wings and goggles inside the flea market, miles from the nearest water. He also has no "indoor voice" as evidenced by his need to loudly carry on a running monologue the entire time that they were in there. "Mommy! Look! An old record player! Mommy! Baseball cards! Mommy! Look at this..." Meanwhile, the heavily-tattooed circus freak that he was speaking to continued to browse, oblivious to his shrill shouts that echoed through the market like fingernails on a chalkboard. Not once did she slap him into silence or even suggest that he to tone it down, so he kept right on screeching. What's even worse is that she's obviously pregnant with another incipient screecher. Great. Personally, I'm thinking that the West Virginia Tourism Bureau ought to have these two on a commercial welcoming people to West Virginia and warning them what's in store for them when they get here.
Anyway, we're back at the Lair now. I'm thinking that special circumstances justify my starting to drink earlier than usual. Hope that you all are having a great day. And remember...appreciate your mothers!