My dad has an “interesting” hobby. He buys (and then reads) “discard” books from the library for $.25 each. Good Lord, the man has been at this for years. The authors are from bygone eras, ignored for decades. Dad’s toying with selling his house, but I dunno how he’ll dispose of the 50,000 or so titles rotting in the attic. It’s not like there’s a strong market for reject library books.
Yesterday I was at the dollar store. ***eyes roll*** They were selling CD’s from bygone eras, ignored for years, for 10 cents each. Gracious. I bought two discs. What can I say? The price was right. I expected to hear the world’s worst music, but it wasn’t half bad. The dollar store had better cut out this foolishness, because there is no way that I can stop myself from buying a $.10 CD. Know what I don’t need? 50,000 reject CD’s rotting in my attic.
Here’s something random…I was waiting in the waiting room, and a guy comes in whistling “Eye of the Tiger” louder than I ever heard someone whistle. By the time he broke into the chorus, I swear I could see Rocky Balboa boxing in a blaze of glory.
Even more random…Looking through Facebook pages of my ex-students, I stumbled upon the following sentence: “That diamond UGLY AS HELL in this picture, I mean DAMN. She look like a Goat mixed with some Shut Yo Mouth.” I’m dying to use this in a conversation, but I’m gonna wait until I figure out what it means.