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To: Rambi who wrote (59711)	4/17/2001 7:19:58 PM
From: Ish	Respond to of 71178

<<Well, I had a crappy day on the market.>> III was up $7 and a nickle. The nickle wouldn't have shown except the NAZ went metric or what ever. I'm drinking that nickle up now. Gulp, it's gone. So's the $7. $26.95 you are concerned about? Skip one box of wine and you are even. They don't rent those things now? Sue was the Valedictorian of her college class and never went to graduation. I graduated high school and was threatened by the principal with death if I showed up. Still had to rent the cap and gown.

To: Rambi who wrote (59711)	4/17/2001 7:20:31 PM
From: carranza2	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Your post was wonderful. There must be some way to recognize these non-financial bits of whimsy. I loved the transition from a bad market day to clerks IDing you to graduation gowns and fat bridesmaids. Reminded me of Garrison Keilor, who in two minutes can go from the Lake Wobegon Lutheran Church to strippers popping out of cakes to one-legged drunks crashing through walls while maintaining a slender connection that somehow makes sense.

To: Rambi who wrote (59711)	4/17/2001 7:25:43 PM
From: Crocodile	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Oh jeez... your story about the gown.. It's bringing back memories. yep. When we moved to Montreal, the schools there made you wear uniforms. We weren't too used to that kind of thing where we came from... small town in Ontario. So.. my mom took us shopping for clothes about a week before school was due to start. The department store had navy blue blazers that all looked pretty much the same... dark navy. But, for some ODD reason, my mom decided to buy the lighter coloured blazer, which was more like a royal blue colour... maybe she just liked it better. Well, did that blazer every cause me a lot of nuisance over the next couple of years, because it was almost the same colour as the ones the prefects wore. Did you have those where you went to school... snotty big kids who have this weird role of being like crime busters around the school? Anyhow, every time one of them saw me in my blazer, he/she would come over and hassle me about my damned blazer. I hated it. Felt like setting it on fire or something... or throwing it on the 2-and-20 highway that I used to tear across on my way home from school each day rather than taking the dumb bus. Then, things got even WORSE. My mom bought me some navy-coloured kneesocks that had a pattern of flowers in the weave. I was walking into the school one day, and this very nasty teacher from the French Department, grabbed me by the arm and yelled at me for wearing fancy socks. I went home that night and HID those suckers... But a few days later, my mom asked me what happened to them. "Oh gee.. I dunno..??? Hmmm... can't imagine where they are?" She meant well, but you know how it is when you have to "fit in". My brother likes to tell about how, when the banana seat bikes came out... those little ones... everyone else got neat metallic purple or red ones... but my mom bought him one that was sort of a dull green the colour of an olive... and the seat was shaped weird... shorter than usual... sort of a 2/3 length banana... a banana with one end lopped off... Poor kid. But then, I had my share of that stuff too. My dad's secretary gave me a doll that LOOKED kind of like a Barbie doll, only it was a REGAL doll. She was actually prettier than Barbie, but she and I didn't fit in at all...not with the Barbie gang... Nope. The Barbie girls wouldn't let me play with them because I had the wrong make of doll. That was okay though, cause I didn't like dolls anyways. Anyhow, this "fitting in" stuff is for the birds. I don't like it one bit. Causes too much trouble for people. yeppers.