Tuesday, March 31, 2009

spice rack

Mom: So, I stopped by the store- I'd dropped Misha off at the airport-- and I saw one of those turnstile spice racks. It had something like twenty spices. Do you need one of those?
A.: No, I have a spice rack. When you were here you said you wanted one like it, so you keep that one.
Mom: Oh, I did?
A.: Yeah. Mine isn't turnstile, but it hangs, which is what I need it to do.
Mom: How much did you pay for yours?
A.: I don't know, mom.
Mom: Oh, okay.

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