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By far our most productive excursions to the mall were those that involved taking pictures there. We would find particular joy in going into places we were not allowed to be and taking our pictures there. One such place was a photo studio. No one was around, so I jumped on the stool in front of the background and Paul took my photo (very professionally, too). We were terribly worried about what an employee of the place would do if we were caught. We didn't understand grown-ups very well in those days. We found a door that said Authorized Employees Only and promptly
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entered only to find stacks of boxes and maybe a forklift. I guess maybe we thought there would be a big mall employee party going on with pizza and girls and soda. There was not and we left. Photographic evidence still exists of the time when we found a sign on a bed in the furniture department at ZCMI. "Plush and Firm" read the sign encased in an acrylic stand-up frame. Upon reflection we realized that the sign applied equally well to my backside. So we took a picture of my backside with the sign below it as if to caption.
yeah, I would have liked girls and pizza better had they existed there. I dont give a fig if you use my pic on your blog.
ReplyDeleteI need to go through my old pics.
For mandi, I will explain what "dont hit me, chicken" means. There was this dude that was nuts named mr. calder that would come to take our pictures on picture day and he had this rubber shicken that he would hit himself with to make us laugh and say "dont hit me, chicken". He was seriously insane.
ReplyDeleteIs that very funny to a highschool student? Maybe he didn't REALIZE you weren't 3 years old. What a shicken. (Of all your typos, that's my favorite.)
ReplyDeleteI think it's hilarious that you took your picture at the studio. Were you guys very bad-A rebels? Were you sticking it to the man very much? I don't know.
It was actually our elementary he came to. And even then, it was more disturbing than laugh-inducing
ReplyDeleteIt might have been funny (but probably not) if it had actually been a rubber chicken. It was actually a small Big Bird (of Sesame Street) doll and I remember being bothered that the man called it a chicken when it was obviously Big Bird, not a chicken. Most disturbing, though, is that this man never smiled and he sweated like a pig.
ReplyDeleteI don't know if we were bad-A rebels either. It seems like we would even be so bold as to take pennies from the fountains in the mall so that we could continue playing the penny game when our pennies had run out. I never saw the irony in that until just now.
This was the 80's. Didn't we all go around in our underwear in the 80's?
ReplyDeleteYou should rename your blog "Updation"
ReplyDeleteI've got writer's block. Here are some topics for future ponderment:
ReplyDelete1) The time when we were spitting off the overpass and got chased
2) The RN things we did on our last night of summer vacation
3) Shooting the rapids!
4) I foget the rest
Write about the BYU spitting NOW, updation-face.
ReplyDeleteOne thing I did that was awesome was wear those shorts out in public and tuck my white erasure tank top into them. I look like a sex enthusiast.
ReplyDeleteMontgomery Q, I'm gonna start calling you Tuck from now on.
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