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2001-06-10-7:15 p.m. Last week I told you, I went to visit my friend in Tinytown, Texas (not the real name of the town, of course). We had to venture off of the ranch and into town for supplies. Tape, markers, Taco Bell. We went into one of those big chain office supply stores. I was wearing a Frida Kahlo t-shirt with a copy of �The Two Fridas� on it. In this painting the artist has painted herself twice, on one side the heart is visible and the two Fridas are connected by a vein or artery that is clamped off and dripping blood onto the white dress she is wearing. My friend is wearing a Jenny Holzer t-shirt with a list of her �truisms� on the front. Stuff like �ABUSE OF POWER COMES AS NO SURPRISE� �RAISE BOYS AND GIRLS THE SAME WAY� �MURDER HAS ITS SEXUAL SIDE.� We�re arty. We�re cool. We are both wearing our sunglasses mostly because we are both nearly blind and they have our prescriptions in them and we aren�t going to be in there that long anyway. So we get the tape and the markers and go up to the check out where the clerk, Deb, asks us how we�re doing. �Packing up things to move. Blah, blah, blah.� Deb rings up the items and the total is twelve dollars and some cents so my friend gives her a twenty. Deb immediately grabs the pen they have glued to the side of the register to check for counterfeits and checks our bill. I�m thinking �Okay, maybe we do look like criminals to her but wouldn�t we be trying to buy a few more items with some resale value if we were trying to pass funny money?� Our bill passes scrutiny and she gives my friend her change and says, �Have a good. . .uh, er. . .Don�t work too hard.� �Ooh, we must have really taxed her faculties.� **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
