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This week brought to you by the belated traveler, Ms.
Remember that trip to Victoria that kinda sorta didn’t happen? Well, it kinda sorta happened this weekend and there’s a whole post waiting about the craziness of what it’s like to travel with a True Story Tuesday repeat victim.
But I’ll share just one today. One that can be blamed directly on this lovely woman:
Yes, my grandmother. The one who loves High Tea. The one who is the consummate classy lady in any formal event. The one who loves any reason to dress up and partake of traditions from a gentler time.
Yeah, that one.
After consuming tiny little sandwiches and scones and umpteen cups of Earl Grey tea and spending the night at the famed Empress Hotel… we were game for a bit of adventure in Chinatown.
(This photo was me smiling with relief after escaping a store where the owner followed us around suggesting thousands of products that we might wish to overspend on. No, I don’t really have elf feet :)
We happened upon a locally famous alley. And when I say alley…
The wind was blowing steadily, it began to rain harder. And this my friends, is where the pictures of our adventure must end.
You see, my grandmother sought shelter in the first store door available.
Which meant that she led us straight into…
wait for it…
an S & M shop.
If I’ve lost you, let’s just say that the shop catered to a certain clientele who like a certain style.
There was a wall of brightly colored wigs.
Numerous obscene posters on the walls.
Displays of fishnet stockings, high boots, strappy leather, and lots of dark-themed items.
Tiny outfits with instructions for the attached straps.
Stuff that made me want to turn tail and run out of there like the conservative-dressing chick that I am.
We followed my grandmother into the shop, smiling uneasily at the girl with four lip piercings, varied shaved/ponytail combination, and exposed undergarments.
My grandmother took her time browsing through the hats, settling on one with a cartoon theme for my sister.
She brought the hat to the leatherette girl at the back.
As she rang it up, I quietly asked my dear sweet grandmother,
“Do you even know what the cartoons say?”
“No, but I asked the salesgirl if there was anything on there that would offend me and she said there wasn’t.”
I totally choked.
I looked at my mother and tried not to guffaw and pee myself all at once.
“Umm grandma? I think ‘offend’ might be a subjective term here”
And there you have it. The day my grandmother led me into a d*minatrix store and walked out still having no clue where she’d just been.
And the disclaimer in case that wasn’t funny to you: I’m not knocking anyone… just finding it wildly funny that three conservative women would up in such an unlikely place. Laugh with us! :)
Here’s where you link up your own crazy story – please tell me someone else’s family is just as zany!