A heavy burden upon me, Twin is a youthful chatter-box with perky and made for jiggle breasts. She's squeaky, energetic and prone to repeatedly shrieking phrases like, “Oh My God!” “I’m mad at you!” and “I’m not annoying! Why do you say I’m annoying?” Just writing about her now has completely drained me, but I’ll soldier on.
I agreed to accompany her to Buffalo Exchange in Hillcrest, only after she successfully annoyed me into submission, so she could sell some clothes that she no longer needed*. The last time I was in Buffalo Exchange was almost eight years ago, when Mik’s fiancée, Angela, was selling designer clothes so we could raise money to eat (We'd just moved to San Diego and times were tough). I didn’t like it because it smelled and was filled with hipsters that smelled (Baby was broke but uppity). Well, eight years later, it still smells and is still filled with hipsters that smell. Anyway, Twin plopped her clothes on the counter and a stone-faced store manager slowly rifled through some items of clothing that could be mistaken for dental floss.
It was a thrilling process of inspection as she looked everything over carefully, often agreeing with me when I’d interject, “Don’t sell that Twin, it’s cute!” Then, she placed everything back in the bag, turned to Twin and stated, matter of factly, “Look, there are some really cute and very expensive things here, but I don’t think I can sell them. Everything is small and cut ABOVE the naval and we have a surplus of tiny tops already sitting on the shelves. If you have anything that falls below the waist, or with sleeves, please bring them in.” I looked at Twin and whispered, “Owned!” To her credit, Twin didn't give up and dragged me and her her trampy tops across the street, to a 2nd hand store called Rags, that was somewhat more receptive to her cut to bounce tops.
*She's a mess. She may not have even WORN the clothing! She buys things and they just sit there. Don't people realize we are headed for doom!