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I went to Borders today to cheer up after work and get a gift for a friend, which is where my mother phoned me while in the checkout line and gabbed on about religious matters and Zee Old Country.
"...and that is why keeping God in our hearts and knowing him through prayers is very important."
...
"Yeah, that's lovely, listen, I'm at a bookstore right now and need to hang up here as I'm just about to get my books rung up."
"What did you pick up?"
"The Complete Encyclopedia of Signs and Symbols, The Complete Encyclopedia of Witchcraft and Practical Magic, a book on Far Eastern sexuality, and a gift for a friend."
And then there was this pregnant pause which stretched further than the parted sea, and I was Pharaoh on the far end, about to be swallowed up whole. It wasn't until after I hit menopause that I heard the agitated click I was waiting for and went back on my merry checkout way.
I should have simply told her I picked up some lesbian erotica in the straightest tone possible, but I don't need the Rapture upon me right now.
here, flocked but QWP