"Fun" in the Cities
Had a great time with the Progeny in Minneapolis. Went to Brit's Pub for lunch. (They have a complete lawn bowling green on the roof of the parking garage behind the pub.) Went to some art galleries and had dinner at a Brazilian steakhouse, that was very ho-hum, with poor service to boot.
While on Nicolett Mall, I stepped into an antiquarian book store in which I have found some items in the past. The owner was seated reading, with his feet outstretched, when I enter. I spoke to him, told him I had been in the shop before and what I was looking for. I told him not to get up, I knew where everything was. So, I went into the back of the store, went through the shelves and didn't find anything. On my way out, I stopped by him again to mention another press, and if he had ever seen any of their work. He was in the middle of answering when an older woman literally elbowed her way between us and interrupted, asking "Do you work here?" to the man in the chair. He stopped speaking, didn't answer her and simply glared at her. She then spun to me and in an accusatory tone asked me the same question. I replied, "No." She then went back to the other man and asked him again. He said, "Yes." "Why didn't you answer me the first time!" "I was speaking with this gentleman and you are interrupting." "All I want is to know if you work here." "I'll be with you as soon as I finish with this gentleman." It went downhill from there, with the woman yelling a about rudeness and storming out of the store in a huff. It was never clear why it was important why she wanted to simply know who the owner was.
Still all in all, I had a great time with the Progeny who is looking very handsome and seems to have even grown taller than I remember him.
While on Nicolett Mall, I stepped into an antiquarian book store in which I have found some items in the past. The owner was seated reading, with his feet outstretched, when I enter. I spoke to him, told him I had been in the shop before and what I was looking for. I told him not to get up, I knew where everything was. So, I went into the back of the store, went through the shelves and didn't find anything. On my way out, I stopped by him again to mention another press, and if he had ever seen any of their work. He was in the middle of answering when an older woman literally elbowed her way between us and interrupted, asking "Do you work here?" to the man in the chair. He stopped speaking, didn't answer her and simply glared at her. She then spun to me and in an accusatory tone asked me the same question. I replied, "No." She then went back to the other man and asked him again. He said, "Yes." "Why didn't you answer me the first time!" "I was speaking with this gentleman and you are interrupting." "All I want is to know if you work here." "I'll be with you as soon as I finish with this gentleman." It went downhill from there, with the woman yelling a about rudeness and storming out of the store in a huff. It was never clear why it was important why she wanted to simply know who the owner was.
Still all in all, I had a great time with the Progeny who is looking very handsome and seems to have even grown taller than I remember him.
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