Last week Candy and I went to the Evil Wal-Mart™. We try to go later in the evening when less people are there, because I hate crowds, and I hate people. As we are looking for a parking space, we note that there are a lot of people in the parking lot, going in and coming out of the store. Not an “OMG riot at Evil Wal-Mart™!” amount of people, but more than usual. Candy wonders “Why are there so many people at (Evil)Wal-Mart(™)?”
“Because it’s hot.” I reply
“You don’t go to (Evil)Wal-Mart(™), when its hot.” she retorts.
And I mumble “When I was a kid and it was hot” and I mumble something.
“What did you say?” she asks.
I’ve since come up with a way of trying to tell if she is mad at me because she heard me utter things that I should not be saying to her. It’s actually easier than I thought it would be, I just ask “What did you hear?”
She looks me straight in the face and says “When I was a kid and it was ho
t, we’d go to Mortamus Martigan’s.”
Trying not to laugh I repeat what I had originally said, but much clearer “When I was a kid and it was hot, we’d go to (Evil)Wal-Mart(™) and buy water guns”.
“What the Hell is a Mortamus Martigan’s?” I ask
A little frustrated Candy replies “Hell, I don’t know, I thought it might be one of those places…”
Those places. Ah, yes I know those places all too well…
“What kinda place?” I ask.
“You know! A place you play stuff, games, they have names like that.”
And I know exactly what she meant, really I did. But for the life of me, I could not think of the word “arcade”. I could only think of an arcade I used to frequent in my younger days “Odyssey”. We reached a silent agreement, neither of us could bring out the right word, but we knew what was meant.
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