Stories from the Market

I feel like I probably shouldn't tell stories about people we sell shirts to at the market, because I still delude myself that people actively read the blog, but I am going to anyways.

To preface this, "it was a lot funnier in my head than written down"

Today at the market we were shooting the bull with one of our customers, regaling her of our humble bumbling beginnings, College-RV-Fontane's tragic death-Skiing-Beach-Hottubs-tshirts...the usual, and after she stopped humoring us, she thanked us for the shirts and "for the memories", to which my immediate half mumbled reply "no...thank you, for the mammories"

Well, to clean up for that floundering annecdote, here is an equally mediocre idea...It's best to read it out loud treateningly: