Showing posts with label Dick's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dick's. Show all posts

Saturday, October 27, 2012

That's My Girl!



Text from still-in-Baltimore daughter - her preparation for Sandy involved groceries, batteries, and ammo.  Yeah, that's my girl for sure.  She went to Dick's because Wal-Mart, while cheaper, requires that you fill out form with name, address, etc, to buy ammo in Baltimore and she has 4 letter words to describe that.  Text I received describing conversation at Dick's:

Daughter:  I need some 12 gauge shells.

Clerk:  Hunting?

Daughter:  Sure, or impending storm.

Clerk:  Here, if you shoot him in the face with these he'll be blind for life and his children will get a good lesson not to be like daddy.

Obviously, not all residents of Maryland are stupid.