Don't be listening to this G-dog.On the road and it was quite a long day. Blame the lack of sleep but I just can't resist.
In Indianapolis there is this chain of stores that sells, uh. . . "adult" stuff. It's a chain of stores of all things. They're everywhere, even in a couple really nice shopping areas. You can't miss them, the building's painted bright pink and there is this giant set of lips on the front of the sign by their name.
Tastee's.
Yeah. You can't make this stuff up.
Where this is going? I've a colleague whose 84 year old Mom got out driving again after her husband passed away. In good health and able to drive, she had the most fun out exploring places she hadn't been in a while, all the new shops and stores that had opened in the area.
Till one day she came home, with this look of abject horror on her face.
My friend said "Mom. ..what's wrong?".
From the tremulous lips, the white face.
"Tastees. . . . . It's not a BAKERY !!!!
I've not been in one, mind you. My closest experience was this home sales party some young bride had and invited all the office gals to sell an assortment of products from different "home party" businesses. That night she was selling some expensive lingerie, kitchen stuff AND "marital aids" as they called them back then. I was pretty embarrassed but I did pick something up hoping to spice things up at home. Since that night I answered the door in nothing but Saran Wrap and my young husband said "gee, leftovers AGAIN ?" I figured I could use some help. Besides, The name hinted at loads of quick fun.
Have to say. It was kind of overrated.
And it burned.
:-)
Have a safe and mostly G rated week folks. I'll be back in a day or two with some actual grown up thoughts and some fun with firearms.
Love-
Brigid
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Some years ago, I was walking through Frankfurt airport, and found myself on the edge of a milling mob of Japanese businessmen, all trying to cram into a small shop. I couldn't see what was on sale, but thought I ought to find out in case I was missing something.
Easing my way through the rugby scrum (Large Viking-like gaijin: One. Small Tora! Tora! Tora! extras: Nil.) I reached the display shelves, and found I was in an ... erm... marital aids establishment, with inflatable girlfriends and battery-operated delights being triumphantly held aloft by delighted orientals, grinning and calling to each other.
I'm with the baked goods enthusiast. These places should be kept where people EXPECT to find them. (I just hope she didn't walk in and announce' I woke up this morning with a craving for top-quality buns...')
Best wishes.
OMGROFLOL!!! Tastee isn't a bakery!
Too funny.
Not a bakery, eh? Really cute post. :)
On I-75 in Tennessee there is a large adult store on Pioneer Mountain just South of the KY-TN line. We get a kick out of the giant cross erected on the next property, we guess to remind those who are turning off to go to the adult store, that they are preparing to commit a variety of sins.
We stop at that exit on every trip. No, not for the adult store or someplace represented by the cross, but for the Shell gas station and the gift shop that sells home made fudge.
I guess you can get just about anything you want at that exit. ;)
"Tastees. . . . . It's not a BAKERY !!!!"
LOL Poor lady. Its a new world, now.
ROFLMAO!!!! What a way to wake up!
YeOldFurt
I think Tastee should have been a bakery for Moms heart. LMAO.
See Ya.
It's not a bakery! Bahahaha!
Even here in backwater Perth Western Australia things are no different. These places are hardly subtle! :)
I used to work with a woman who hosted one of those "marital aids" parties at her house. She *NEVER* lived it down. Of course, she probably shouldn't have told everyone about the um....fake Der Weinerschnitzel...that was attached to her front door to let everyone know they had found the right place.
Oh, and I totally would have thought Tastees was a bakery, too.
In Tucson, it's 'Fascinations.' We know a guy who managed one of their locations for 2 years - he's told us about how he used to receive cards of thanks and actual gifts for steering people toward the most beneficial items for their needs. He saved us from horror stories for the most part, except for the one little old lady..much like the one you wrote about..made a return. The product had been used (the policy was to just take the bag and give store credit...don't look at it or touch it!!!) - and the complaint was that "it hurt." I'll let everybody's imagination run with that one...
We do love your "nonmature" posts, too!
Ahhh.... I believe I am speechless. Thinking......Thinking.....up, I got nothing.
Of course, it did get quite a chuckle out of me.
SWModel66
Ahh...the word verfication to post this reply is: "hump". You just can't make this stuff up! It's too good!
I recall my M-I-L answering the phone at her home one time. She said "Hello", listened intently for a few seconds, then hung up the phone with a confused look on her face.
We asked her who was on the phone? She said "It was some guy who said he had his cLock in his hand..."
Well, ahhh, Mmmmm.
Don't know what to say.
Oh, that's not true. I DO know what to say, but I'm biting my tongue. LOL!
I guess it just goes to show...you can't judge a place by the name!
Hope the poor dear wasn't too shocked!
On a related note, do not go window shopping in San Francisco with your mother.
Just... don't.
And Ms. Kitty's wasn't a Cat Fancier establishment. Considering the controversy in the news, I couldn't believe there was one person who was that credulous.
Heh
That industry has a trade show here in Tampa every year at a hotel next to the building where I used to work.
Most of the people I've encountered who own those types of businesses are exceptionally nice and have surprisingly non-liberal political views. They are, after all, small business owners.
I've never heard of Tastee's around KC. Here we have Priscilla's.
OTOH, my wife and I went mall-walking today to escape from the heat and I noticed that the local Victoria's Secret was closed. Apparently even sex isn't doing well in this economy.
My Mom, who's also in her eighties, would probably do the exact same thing... and I can see her doing just that in my minds eye, oh, so clearly. ROTFLOL!
@Morris.
What do you mean, calling Perth a backwater, mate?
I'll have you know that, up here in the Hills, "we dine with four-and-twenty families !"
Years ago I introduced my mother to the "joys" of making yourself heard on the internet. Shortly after that, then President Clinton managed to irritate her about something and she decided to send him an e-mail to make her voice heard. I then had to explain to my mother that the site she was looking for whitehouse.gov not whitehouse.com (which hosted a certain amount of "adult content"). She told me she thought she had been to the wrong place, "but with that man you just never know".
My Mom, bless her, got a call like that when she turned 80. She picked up the phone, listened to the man tell her what he was going to do to her and then, interrupted, saying "can I ask you something?. Surprised, he said yes.
She said.
"Son have you SEEN me lately".
He hung up.
Reminds me of a trip to Salzburg Austia, with my Mother-in-law. We were taking a short-cut back to our parking place along the base of the Salzburg itself. There were many small shops cut into the stone. MIL asked me why the young ladies were sitting in their shop windows in lingerie. Were they seamstresses? I could only answer, keep moving Ma, keep moving.
All I can do is laugh.. :-) And I needed a good one! Thanks
It seems that some people haven't seen what some bakery's are turning out now.
;-)
Matt, you should have told the MIL that they were, indeed, seamstresses--but only if she reads Terry Pratchett.
ZOMG! You own me a keyboard.
Back in one of the small cities I've lived in, some women got so upset about the slimy sort of "novelty store" that they opened their own that caters to women. They have a tasteful website, don't offer anything obviously fetish-related and have been operating in the black since they opened, which is more than one can say for most small businesses these days. And the name makes it clear that it is not a bakery or an all-you-can-stare joint.
LittleRed1
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