Post #64610 by tikifish on Fri, Dec 12, 2003 6:26 AM

I was at an antique store up north once (one of those craft-y little places with antiques as well as scented candles, beanie babies and dreamcatchers, you know the ones I mean) and the lady who owned it was not only playing her own CD, she was humming along to it inbetween sentences as she talked to my mother... as in, my mom would ask a question, she talked, then when my mom would reply, she would hum and 'la-di-da' along with herself on the stereo... of course you know she was just ACHING for you to ask her 'Oh my goodness, is that YOUR CD? So I decided not to give her the pleasure, which unfortunately made her keep humming all the more frantically in hopes we would notice the CD's for sale on the front desk with the picture of her on the front.

My mom kept me in that infernal potpourri scented pit of Hades for TWO repetitions of that CD (did I mention it was on repeat?) because she was buying a lot of jewellery from the lady.

If there was ever a time in my life I contemplated homicide, that would have been it!