I Am Such A Sausage, #1.
This is the inaugural "I Am Such A Sausage" post. IASAS is a little peak into my 'other' existence, the one I normally choose to keep quiet about. But I have decided, What does it really matter!.
Others may use another word for sausage, such as: dork, dill, male, a-bit-slow-kinda-guy, or whatever. Well, whatever is OK -- it is up to you.
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I Am Such A Sausage! #1.
Went with beloved-wife to Rivers Superstore (aka. buy our throw away lines, store) at Singleton at the weekend. I was after some shoes and did the whole shoe thing, like looking into box after box, at tag after tag; and tried on a few pair.
I noticed the shoes I chose were made in Pakistan, which is no big deal. I also noticed how scrungy the box looked; raw edged and not too flashy at all. Well, it is only a shoe box, I thought, as I reflected on the quality of shoe boxes which hold many an item in many a home. But these boxes wouldn't last twelve months in anyone's cupboard.
Went to the check-out with my ex-check-out-chic wife and checked-out the shoes and other miscellaneous purchases, which were dutifully bagged and receipted. On handing me the parcel the Rivers' check-out-chic said,
"You can bring them back for exchange/refund within thirty days, but not the boxes."
Ahhhh! I thought. I knew they were really crappy boxes. You don't even want them!
But why wouldn't you want the boxes to keep the shoes in if I did return them? That is too wierd, even I know you should keep the boxes.
It only lasted for a male-moment, for I realised that she meant the boxer shorts I had also purchased. Oh them --- you mean the boxers! Grumble-mumble.
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So there it is sausage consumers, the inagural "I Am Such A Sausage".
Help me out here, if you want, and tell me what other words could be used for sausage.
In the meantime I am off for a sausage sandwich.
Others may use another word for sausage, such as: dork, dill, male, a-bit-slow-kinda-guy, or whatever. Well, whatever is OK -- it is up to you.
~~~~~~~~
I Am Such A Sausage! #1.
Went with beloved-wife to Rivers Superstore (aka. buy our throw away lines, store) at Singleton at the weekend. I was after some shoes and did the whole shoe thing, like looking into box after box, at tag after tag; and tried on a few pair.
I noticed the shoes I chose were made in Pakistan, which is no big deal. I also noticed how scrungy the box looked; raw edged and not too flashy at all. Well, it is only a shoe box, I thought, as I reflected on the quality of shoe boxes which hold many an item in many a home. But these boxes wouldn't last twelve months in anyone's cupboard.
Went to the check-out with my ex-check-out-chic wife and checked-out the shoes and other miscellaneous purchases, which were dutifully bagged and receipted. On handing me the parcel the Rivers' check-out-chic said,
"You can bring them back for exchange/refund within thirty days, but not the boxes."
Ahhhh! I thought. I knew they were really crappy boxes. You don't even want them!
But why wouldn't you want the boxes to keep the shoes in if I did return them? That is too wierd, even I know you should keep the boxes.
It only lasted for a male-moment, for I realised that she meant the boxer shorts I had also purchased. Oh them --- you mean the boxers! Grumble-mumble.
~~~~~
So there it is sausage consumers, the inagural "I Am Such A Sausage".
Help me out here, if you want, and tell me what other words could be used for sausage.
In the meantime I am off for a sausage sandwich.
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