Monthly Archives: September 2013

King of Liver

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Now, just so y’all know I don’t make this stuff up…. here’s a photo….

King of Liver.  Yes.  Really.

King of Liver. Yes. Really.

I understand that literal translations are sometimes “off” here…. But really?

 

Yes, I can hear the conversation now….

 

“So, where do you wanna go for supper tonight, honey?”

 

“Oh, I don’t know.  Where do you want to go?”

 

“Well, I’ve really had a hankering for a big ole plate of liver lately…..”

 

“Ah…. Well, no place to go but to the ‘King of Liver’ then – let’s go!”

Who remembers pull-tabs?

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Wait…. is that what you call these?  Pull-tabs?  Those metal rings with a finger-hole, and a small attached piece of metal from the top of a drink can….. right?  Pull tabs?  Aluminum cans used to have these, they came completely off the top of the can, a separate piece.  Now, you just push down on the top of the can, poking the piece of metal and whatever was on top of it into your drink……

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I swear, the last time I can remember seeing these was sometime in the mid 80’s maybe??  We had a dear friend that when he drank beer from a can, he’d toy with the pulltab thing, eventually cutting his fingers…. crazy.  And, I’ve been told stories about college kids that literally had so many of these that they made long strands of them, bending one piece over the other, and had enough to make doorway curtains out of them!

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So – when was the last time you saw one of these??  Me?  Last week…. <smile>

How Not to Buy a Persian Carpet

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You may enjoy this hilarious but apt description of the purchase of a Persian Carpet by a fellow blogger…. Longhorns and Camels….. read on and smile……

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I rarely answer the door when the bell rings unless I am expecting someone.   When I do answer, I usually have to say no to various salesmen, like the toothless Omani man who wanted to sharpen my knives, or that ever persistent Pakistani gardener who has been trying to steal the job of our current gardener for over a year now.  No open door, no unwanted interactions.  Easy.

On a balmy March afternoon, however, I broke my rule and opened the door to find Yemeni carpet salesmen on the other side.  I stole a glance at the stacks of carpets in back of their van.  I knew I wanted to buy a carpet before leaving Dubai, and I had heard these door-to-door salesmen offered great deals on carpets.  I agreed to let them in, solely to learn more about the carpets and get a feel for what I might want,

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