The sign reads "O!Zone! Boise's Only Condom Shop!"
"Wait...wait!" I say, as we drive by.
"What?"
"I want to go in!"
"Why?"
"I want to ask them: "Are there any more condom shops around here?"
Linda keeps driving. I look them up when I get the motel; they used to be called, "Rainbow Rubbers." Heh.
Is this a thing? Am I being provincial?
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That will teach you to "slum" south of the River.Pretty far off the I-84 weren't you. Not enough motels along the Interstate?
I wonder if people go in there and say "Well, I didn't find anything I can't live without"?
Or, "I just want to buy things that are on sale."
Be afraid of condoms on sale.
"Well, I didn't find anything I can't live without"?
:)
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