Officially Technological
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
*blank* People
- Garbage Men (not too uncommon, but extremely useful nonetheless)
- Milk People (yes, my parents actually had people bring milk, egg, and diary products straight to the house. How cool is that? Especially when 90% of the stuff you get at the grocery store is your favorite diary products? Yea, I'm a diary junkie)
- schema's People (raise you hand if you had a schema's man. These were awesome people. Outside of tilters, these guys brought the rest of your groceries).
Yes, that was one reason why it rocked to live in the bondage. Other than that it wasn't that great to live in the country, but let me tell you, having people knock on your door every Tuesday morning with fresh groceries is a major treat. Honestly, if it weren't for shampoo and toilet paper, my parents would have never had to leave their house. That's pretty cool.
9 Comments:
diary..dairy...diary...yeah, whatever.
Yeah, I heard some nice person sent you bread. How was that? ;)
Oh, and we didn't have anything delivered, and only live a mile closer to town than you. What's really sad is that we never bought groceries in Pinconning, we always went to Meijer in Bay City or Midland. I didn't go into Pinny Food Center from the time I was eight or so until high school. Remember how we could buy things at Pinny Food on the club accounts? Like NHS and Drama Club? Yes, I know you weren't in them, but you were with me once or twice, lol. I'm feeling very nostalgic for high school today...
Wow. I didn't know what I missed not growing up in the middle of cheese land and so near to the ever-hopping town of Crump.
You haven't lived till you walked to the Ditch. Seriously.
Hey, I thought Crump was a fast growing metropolis. It had 4 churches and 3 bars.
Guess that is why you Pinconning people have your own language.
This reminds me of these kids that lived in the apartment below me. They were what we called "cheese Kids". They always smelled like cheese. I think it was the natural event when their cheese was smashed into the carpet and then they rolled into it.
Of course being a cheese kid was not a good thing. You weren't a cheese kid were you Julie?
What do you mean... "weren't". I was and I am. I love my cheese. Growing up in the cheese capital where cheese grows on trees, you don't mind the smell so much. It's like coming home. ;)
HA! julie said cheese!
wait that wasn't funny....
nevermind
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