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	<title>Comments on: Of Course I Love 911</title>
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		<title>By: Stephanie</title>
		<link>http://www.slolane.org/2005/01/17/of-course-i-love-911/#comment-92</link>
		<dc:creator>Stephanie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2005 18:28:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for the tip on the railroad, my son is a big trainhead and we'll be sure to visit the next time(but will beware of the Bushies)
Your nursery adventure reminded me of my greatest  toddler-induced retail disgrace (to date;my daughter isn't big on  walking yet) Daniel was almost two and we were finishing a long day of Christmas shopping at a super-discount book store, the most culturally forward store in the Lakewood Mall.  This was the chain that flourished about 4 years ago, featuring piles and piles of cheap remaindered books.  I was a regular, and felt I had bonded with the East-Coast native, retired school teacher, manager.  By bonding I mean I was able to engage in intelligible chit chat, and she always raved over Daniel swearing he was a dead ringer for
 Jon Voight.  On this unhappy occaision though Daniel decided to scale the coffee-table art shelf,  and before
I could pull him down we were caught in the manager's retired  school-teacher death-glare, which could melt steel doors, She didn't recoginize me as a beloved regular, but rather as Member of Unwashed Public Who Allows Her Child to Damage Books.  I went up to pay, with tears in my eyes, mumbled something about having the flu, scuttled out, never to return, even though 
I missed all those DK kids' books at half price.  The
chain folded, and last year I was wandering around the revived Crown Books in Torrance noticing all the cheap remaindered books, and the uncanny resemblance to the old chain, when I heard a familiar voice...and there she was, chitchatting away with a toddler-free customer  I decided not to renew the aquaintance.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for the tip on the railroad, my son is a big trainhead and we&#8217;ll be sure to visit the next time(but will beware of the Bushies)<br />
Your nursery adventure reminded me of my greatest  toddler-induced retail disgrace (to date;my daughter isn&#8217;t big on  walking yet) Daniel was almost two and we were finishing a long day of Christmas shopping at a super-discount book store, the most culturally forward store in the Lakewood Mall.  This was the chain that flourished about 4 years ago, featuring piles and piles of cheap remaindered books.  I was a regular, and felt I had bonded with the East-Coast native, retired school teacher, manager.  By bonding I mean I was able to engage in intelligible chit chat, and she always raved over Daniel swearing he was a dead ringer for<br />
 Jon Voight.  On this unhappy occaision though Daniel decided to scale the coffee-table art shelf,  and before<br />
I could pull him down we were caught in the manager&#8217;s retired  school-teacher death-glare, which could melt steel doors, She didn&#8217;t recoginize me as a beloved regular, but rather as Member of Unwashed Public Who Allows Her Child to Damage Books.  I went up to pay, with tears in my eyes, mumbled something about having the flu, scuttled out, never to return, even though<br />
I missed all those DK kids&#8217; books at half price.  The<br />
chain folded, and last year I was wandering around the revived Crown Books in Torrance noticing all the cheap remaindered books, and the uncanny resemblance to the old chain, when I heard a familiar voice&#8230;and there she was, chitchatting away with a toddler-free customer  I decided not to renew the aquaintance.</p>
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		<title>By: moe</title>
		<link>http://www.slolane.org/2005/01/17/of-course-i-love-911/#comment-91</link>
		<dc:creator>moe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2005 20:01:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Evidently one has to watch her back at an establishment where CONFEDERATE FLAGS are sported.  

I completely missed that the beautiful egg got hucked into the grassy knoll.  I don't blame you one bit for getting new ones.  If eggs soothe babies, then it's reasonable to have 15,000 of them.

Oh and, those were muffins?  Damn, they tasted like some sort of chocolate truffle cupcake on wheels.  Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.  Do you make them upon request?  hehe</description>
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<p>I completely missed that the beautiful egg got hucked into the grassy knoll.  I don&#8217;t blame you one bit for getting new ones.  If eggs soothe babies, then it&#8217;s reasonable to have 15,000 of them.</p>
<p>Oh and, those were muffins?  Damn, they tasted like some sort of chocolate truffle cupcake on wheels.  Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.  Do you make them upon request?  hehe</p>
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