Sassafras is such a wonderful word. I genuinely have no idea what it means and I don’t want to, in case the definition doesn’t live up to my dreams for it.
As a teen (a million years ago) my friend and I would stop at a restaurant on the way home from ballet class and buy a glass of sassafras – the only place I have ever known to sell such a beverage. It was great and the lingering memory sweetens my day.
I always carry an angel in my pocket. Whenever a pickpocket sticks his grimy hand in my pocket, she wags her finger and says, “Tsk! Tsk!” That always gives the pickpocket one helluva surprise!
Sorry about making you look it up. For some reason, I thought you were Canadian. I think the person who lead me to you is Canadian and I just assumed…yeah, I know what that means ;-)
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I am always looking stuff up! Even before the days of google I had stacks of reference books. And being confused for a Canadian is a compliment. Thanks, SPP
My Uncle Rocco used to travel to Sicily regularly to see family and would actually do something similar. He said pick-pocketing was rampant, as were spontaneous labor strikes called in the middle of the day.
They say in every joke there is kernel of truth. Though I have never had the good fortune to travel abroad, if I did, I always figured I would do some variation of the post. Though between you and me, I have always disliked carrying things in my front and back pockets and usually rely on the kindness of whomever I am with to carry the stuff for me. That is partly why I still love cargo pants and fanny packs, despite being so out of fashion.
Ahh, yes, at the age of three or four I was obsessed with the Artful Dodger. I listened to the Oliver soundtrack every chance I got. My grandparents took me to see the stage play and I was delighted to see Davey Jones had the part. More on topic, yes, it was nice to be back at a table.
That’s great, Seliz. I hadn’t thought of coal, but in the many different drafts, I had: monopoly money, glitter, waffles, a wallet made of waffles (and/or pancakes), a return address and a stamp, a wallet connected to a rubber band (ala Harpo Marx) and some kind of electrical shock device. Nothing seemed to quite work.
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hehehe I can just picture the pickpocket running around the corner to look at his prize and all he finds is that note! :D
Thanks for reading, Mermaid!
Such a cunning traveller. I’ve heard that you also wear a crash helmet at all times (even sleep) to avoid untimely mugging and loss of wallets.
No, but I do wear a life jacket in case I fall into some water.
Sassafras is such a wonderful word. I genuinely have no idea what it means and I don’t want to, in case the definition doesn’t live up to my dreams for it.
Funny, because it doesn’t (exactly) mean what I thought it meant, but it is such a nice word that I decided to use it anyway.
As a teen (a million years ago) my friend and I would stop at a restaurant on the way home from ballet class and buy a glass of sassafras – the only place I have ever known to sell such a beverage. It was great and the lingering memory sweetens my day.
Perfection
Interesting 1537 as sometimes I don’t want to hear what a person sounds like in case they don’t live up to the impression I’ve built up in my mind….
I always carry an angel in my pocket. Whenever a pickpocket sticks his grimy hand in my pocket, she wags her finger and says, “Tsk! Tsk!” That always gives the pickpocket one helluva surprise!
“Angel in the Pocket” sounds like a song you need to write.
“Angel in My Pocket” is a 1969 American comedy film directed by Alan Rafkin and starring Andy Griffith.
That’s clever! I hope the one with money and cards in it is never stolen.
Thanks, Sadje.
You’re welcome
You would get felt up that way a lot! Hands reaching everywhere.
Beware the bad finger!
LOL…it is lurking.
You’re right. I may have to re-think this.
So creative, tref. :)
Thanks, Betsy.
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Thanks, David
Your wallet trick packs quite a wallop of surprise.
It is meant to discourage as much as encourage, for who am I to say your chosen occupation is the wrong one?
Judge and jury?
I would love one, thank you.
Be careful what you ask for🧐
I meant on layaway.
That is a very “Canadian” attitude. Instead of “Roll Up The Rim” it’s just “Roll the Tref”.
I had to look it up, but I like it.
Sorry about making you look it up. For some reason, I thought you were Canadian. I think the person who lead me to you is Canadian and I just assumed…yeah, I know what that means ;-)
I am always looking stuff up! Even before the days of google I had stacks of reference books. And being confused for a Canadian is a compliment. Thanks, SPP
Applause! *clap clap*
Why thank you, thank you.
My Uncle Rocco used to travel to Sicily regularly to see family and would actually do something similar. He said pick-pocketing was rampant, as were spontaneous labor strikes called in the middle of the day.
They say in every joke there is kernel of truth. Though I have never had the good fortune to travel abroad, if I did, I always figured I would do some variation of the post. Though between you and me, I have always disliked carrying things in my front and back pockets and usually rely on the kindness of whomever I am with to carry the stuff for me. That is partly why I still love cargo pants and fanny packs, despite being so out of fashion.
Out of fashion? Cargo pants with open-toed sandals and white socks isn’t a bad look. :)
Haha well, I am not one for sandals but between my ‘practical’ fishing cap, cargo pants and fanny pack, I’ve got the perpetual tourist look down pat.
You just be careful of the Artful Dodger, Charley Bates and a slippery CB. You might get nicked.
(Nice to see you at the table tref)
Ahh, yes, at the age of three or four I was obsessed with the Artful Dodger. I listened to the Oliver soundtrack every chance I got. My grandparents took me to see the stage play and I was delighted to see Davey Jones had the part. More on topic, yes, it was nice to be back at a table.
My intro to the Dicken’s world was the Lean pic (We might have discussed it before). I have never been picked. I like your method. Very “artful”
If only you could also find a way to flatten a piece of coal and stick that in there.
Or maybe we don’t want to encroach on Christmas’s territory…. :)
That’s great, Seliz. I hadn’t thought of coal, but in the many different drafts, I had: monopoly money, glitter, waffles, a wallet made of waffles (and/or pancakes), a return address and a stamp, a wallet connected to a rubber band (ala Harpo Marx) and some kind of electrical shock device. Nothing seemed to quite work.
Hahaha. I love the wallet made of waffles. ‘Cause even if it was empty, they wouldn’t have completely lost out, ’cause they’d have a nice snack.
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Thank you, Douryeh
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This is so good
Brilliant (as usual), and actually worth a try!
Thank you, SS