But the best part was this little shack right by the parking lot. It had three windows….. Bait, Ice Cream and Advice. Ohmygosh that made me laugh. I wish the building had been open because I would have cracked open my disguise box [I keep it in my trunk for just such an occasion] and gone up to the various windows myriad times.
I think they probably would have kicked me out right about the time I went up to the advice window wearing my cone head hat and looking puzzled while holding an ice cream cone and a big cup of worms ….
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Oh dear...I hope people don't confuse their snacks...although Klingons would probably appreciate having the alternate choice. Gagh, anyone?
Don't the worms have to be deep fried to suit a klingon? [pretty sure they also have to be harvested at full moon on a tuesday for religious reasons]
personally I like a nice garlic butter sauce...
Bait-flavored Ice Cream. Ben and Jerry are so jealous.
I remember a time when worm cookies were all the rage.
[well, ok, to be exact, there was a grass roots movement trying to make worm cookies all the rage, but the whole concept got buried]
Oh, didn't this make me laugh. Maybe you could have ducked behind the window and given out the advice. I'd pay good money to hear that.
with puppets!!!!!!!!!!
*gets out her glue gun, some felt and of course...sequins*
What what??? Maybe it wasn't pronounced "ad-VICE" maybe it was pronounced "A-Viche" and is some strange dessert made from worms and icecream?
Would love to know that story behind this one!
Oh believe me Shannon, I'm going to go back until there's someone there and ask. Logically they probably dispense advice on how to catch fish from the pier-- or show you the best way to bait a hook.
But the writer in me really wants the person who flings open the shutters when I knock to be wearing a turban and be uber mysterious.... [like the gypsy lady in the first Lon Chaney, jr. wolfman movie]
Now that you've mentioned on your blog that you're going back I bet you'll see a sign under "Advice" that says "Karen is not allowed" right under it. They'd be afraid of any question you might asked.
And, no, gagh is fresh and wiggly. You're thinking of the fried worms that Ferengi like...
hee hee hee Laura.
I was in the food buffet line at a party once and got to a dish that had an index card taped in front of it that said:
"Karen--don't eat this!"
Spent the rest of the day explaining the sign by telling people about the party trick I do if I eat cream cheese....
:0)
See, that's what I miss about being back home... there's no one offering advice in bizarre places. :)
Like from the inside of your sock drawer?
[I hear NZ sock drawers are pretty wise]
*smooches cat, gives her a glass of water, pats her on the head and sends her off to bed*
What a great variety of wares to offer. Funny Karen!
I do love the fact that the Advice window was closed. Ain't is always so?
Go take some more short walks, Karen, then come back here and tell us about what you saw. I'm happy to listen to whatever you have to say.
Thanks Kevin, you're so sweet. So that means I can call you at 3am right?
I think what's worse than the advice window being closed when you need it is garnering unsolicited advice from the peanut gallery.
I mean, if I WANTED to know how to properly jet ski down a neighbor's snow covered roof I'd read a book about it or something. Sheesh, some people just don't get the concept of winging it....
@ Harry -There's a convenient store around the corner with a sign in the window that says:
Hot Corned Beef/Live Bait
Honestly? Even with a LOT of hot mustard I can't see that combo for lunch.
But I think Live Bait would be a great name for a garage band.
@Karen
about the 3am thing, On weekends that might work, I have a tendency to pad about the house all hours of the night. The rest of the week? Might be a bit grouchy.
Would you be grouchy even if I sing? *sigh* well, ok I promise kevin if I ever phone you at 3am I'll either be in jail in tijuana or just really really need to know the lyrics to a song I've forgotten. [or to see if you know where I put the remote control]
can't imagine you being grouchy. but if you say you are, you are, it's probably all that brooding irish blood in you.
[but don't try leeches...]
*hugs you*
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