Alrighty, now I really am going to go get things done - I'll try to get some decent pictures later this week to show you!

Oh, first a rant.
I was reading through my blog list yesterday and ran across one that irked me.
A woman was dumbfounded that all of her "podunk" customers at her booth in a craft mall were stooping down to pick up the song book pages she had scattered on the floor.
Apparently, no one was urbane enough to get the reference, whatever it was - I really didn't and still don't care - and were "uneducated" enough to try to pick them up, instead of walking on them.

I did post that it might be good to rethink calling her potential customers names, since her address is in her blog.
About twenty of her regular readers chimed in that they were misunderstood in the same way , and were bemoaning that no one "gets" them, either, since they lived in podunk towns, themselves.

So do I, basically, and that wasn't my point.

We've talked about this before - store owners who talk about their customers.
There's a lady here who runs an antique mall that I love, but I rarely go there because she is so nasty.
So sweet to your face and will talk forever, but as each customer leaves, she has something snide to say about them, and I very much get the vibe that she does the same thing when I leave.
If I'm looking for something, I'll go anyway - so many people who deal in antiques and vintage seem to have that hard edge.

But seriously, there is nothing podunk about picking up book pages off the floor in a place where you are expected to pay for anything you break, whether you know the reference or not.
And if I slipped and fell on them and then found out that they had been put there intentionally to be "cutesy", I would be tempted to sue the ass off the person responsible.
More than tempted.
Call me podunk.

See, now you "get" her!

LMAO though - I "get" you!

At least you can't slip on laundry, and can actually get some good traction from it.

I don't even know if the book pages were a reference to something or if she was just trying to be different, but there was such a "high school bitch club" feel to it, that people weren't keen enough to get it.
I have three girls that have been jumped on by me every single time they tried that - when you learn something, you know it, and until then you don't.

And to be honest, what antique mall would let her spread anything on the floor? I know they have to have insurance to cover their butts, and even though hers is in Kentucky, I do believe the same laws would apply.