I hope I didn’t give the impression from Saturday’s post that I was on the verge of tears the whole time we were at the bow shop. That wasn’t the case at all.
I started out my morning at the beauty shop. I love my hairdresser very much. She takes my hair to the edge, so when I left there, I looked like I was ready to go somewhere super cool and fashion forward. After all, I was going to a town an hour away; who knows the shopping opportunities that could arise? Oh, the reality.
Tom knew the bow he wanted and had found a retailer (retailer is such a loose word here). We plugged in the Garmin and headed out around 10:00 am. We arrived in the middle of nowhere 75 minutes later. Don’t get me wrong, we found it with no problem but the archery shop was pretty much it. It was in a town of less than 2,400 people.
We got inside and Tom was looking around and told the guy he had called the day before and what bow he wanted. Since I had been in the car for over an hour, I had to find a bathroom. The bathroom doubled as the recycle room. It had trash bags full of aluminum cans. The best part was the duct tape……on the toilet seat. Yes people, the seat was broken and had been repaired by the greatest stuff on earth, duct tape. I was a little disappointed it wasn’t camo, just the regular gray stuff.
There were several “good ‘ole boys” milling around talking about hunting. There was also a “good ‘ole gal”. She was buying her son a bow for Christmas. She looked over at her son and told him she would take him to stay at his nana & pop’s house while she got her nails done. Then she spit a mouth full of spit into the water bottle she was using for a spitoon. Somehow those two things didn’t fit, a lip full of chew and getting nails done, but maybe I’m closed minded?
All the people seemed very nice and down to earth. The owner is truly an expert at his craft, but I felt a like a duck out of water. There was a horrific moment out in the parking lot. I COULDN’T GET INTERNET SERVICE ON MY PHONE!!!! Then I moved a few feet and I was on Facebook in a flash.
I asked Tom on the way home if he wished I were more of an outdoorswomen. He’s fine with me just the way I am :)
Thanks for reading :)
3 comments:
I really like this side of your story too! Duct tape, seriously? That is pretty awful, but what a funny memory. Women spitting sounds like my old stomping ground. I never did that though. ha!
I LOVE your humor! Reading your posts brings a smile and an, "Ah, I've been there feeling." Thanks for continuing to share, Becky.
That sounds like one klassy lady there..between the nails and the spitting. LOL I think the duct tape on the seat would have made for a 'hover' moment, if you get my drift. ; )
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