My many adventures with Sally, LSC
Dec. 16th, 2003 08:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kippurbirdToday was an amazing day. I went apartment stuff shopping with my mother and Living Skills councilor Sally (think Swedish looking and Blond) and that was an experience I'll never forget. No matter how hard I try.
We begin around ten in the morning when Sally drives up in her really big SUV. I am wearing my American Indian Jewelry, a
Kokopelli necklace and Dream Catcher earrings as well as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
murphstein's Kokopelli ring. Sally immediately compliments me on my assemblage and wants to know where I got the ring from. I say from a friend. She says it's lovely and that I should steal it.
And then she winks.
I have no idea what that wink means. But she does it a lot.
She then proceded through the course of several hours repeat that I should steal the ring.
And wink.
Her winking is like a nervous twitch.
It almost gives me a nervous twitch.
We finally managed to get to TJ_Max. Sally is a compulsive shopper. My mother and I are not. Sally is going around the store saying things like, “oooh look at this, you have to get this.” or “Isn’t this cute?” Or “Do you need this? I’m sure you do?” or “This is a great brand you have to get it!” or “Feel this, isn’t this nice? You should get it.” My mother and I were trying to do damage control and just get the necessities, cheep and practical. Sally was looking at the name brands and gushing over them.
The same thing happened at Target with the added problem of keeping Kosher. In my family we just have different looking things. And if we happen to have something the same, we mark the Fleshick with red nail polish.. Sally has Red for Fleshick, Green for Parave and Blue for Milshick. She seemed to have trouble understanding the concept that my family didn’t have this system and tried to enforce it on us no matter how hard we tried convincing her otherwise.
When we finally got back home she left for fifteen minutes. We couldn’t make her leave. And to make matters stranger, she left her car running. Her SUV running I should say. What sort of person leaves their SUV running? For fifteen minutes? I don’t know. But she finally left after insinuating that I should take the ring. (My preciousss)
And we were dazed.
We were confused.
And we still don’t know what those damn winks meant.
We begin around ten in the morning when Sally drives up in her really big SUV. I am wearing my American Indian Jewelry, a
Kokopelli necklace and Dream Catcher earrings as well as
murphstein's Kokopelli ring. Sally immediately compliments me on my assemblage and wants to know where I got the ring from. I say from a friend. She says it's lovely and that I should steal it.And then she winks.
I have no idea what that wink means. But she does it a lot.
She then proceded through the course of several hours repeat that I should steal the ring.
And wink.
Her winking is like a nervous twitch.
It almost gives me a nervous twitch.
We finally managed to get to TJ_Max. Sally is a compulsive shopper. My mother and I are not. Sally is going around the store saying things like, “oooh look at this, you have to get this.” or “Isn’t this cute?” Or “Do you need this? I’m sure you do?” or “This is a great brand you have to get it!” or “Feel this, isn’t this nice? You should get it.” My mother and I were trying to do damage control and just get the necessities, cheep and practical. Sally was looking at the name brands and gushing over them.
The same thing happened at Target with the added problem of keeping Kosher. In my family we just have different looking things. And if we happen to have something the same, we mark the Fleshick with red nail polish.. Sally has Red for Fleshick, Green for Parave and Blue for Milshick. She seemed to have trouble understanding the concept that my family didn’t have this system and tried to enforce it on us no matter how hard we tried convincing her otherwise.
When we finally got back home she left for fifteen minutes. We couldn’t make her leave. And to make matters stranger, she left her car running. Her SUV running I should say. What sort of person leaves their SUV running? For fifteen minutes? I don’t know. But she finally left after insinuating that I should take the ring. (My preciousss)
And we were dazed.
We were confused.
And we still don’t know what those damn winks meant.
