Maybe they thought “BOGO” means “Bop Over, Get One”!

Unclear on the concept

The Grand Duchess of Grand Avenue: “Subject: You’ve got to be kidding me!

“Yesterday I was waiting at McDonald’s for my order to come out and witnessed two young men ordering — or attempting to.

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What a New Year sounded like: “squeaking, honking, clanging, banging, and shouting ‘Happy New Year!’ to the entire neighborhood.”

The Permanent Family Record
Auld Lang Syne Division

Cindybindy of Woodbury writes: “When this time of year rolls around, I am reminded of the many wonderful New Year’s Eves I spent at my grandparents’ house when I was a child.

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“With the winter sun streaming through the windows, I feel cloistered and part of a brotherhood, because books themselves have a friendly feel about them.”

Life as we know it
Used-book Store Division

Tim Torkildson writes: “Dinkytown, by the University of Minnesota campus, had a plentitude of used-book stores when I was a lackbeard.

“On Saturdays and school holidays, I spelunked down amidst the flyblown stacks for abandoned literary geodes. I found them, too: such glittering paperback treasures as ‘Winston Churchill: An Informal Study of Greatness,’ by Robert Lewis Taylor, and the whimsical ‘Three Men in a Boat,’ by Jerome K. Jerome. I paid a quarter for each of those jewels and read them so avidly that the brown and brittle pages fluttered down upon my bedroom carpet like October leaves. No matter; I had gleaned enough wild and weird fancies from them, and others like them, to last me a lifetime.

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She wanted to go see “Singin’ in the Rain.” He vetoed that . . . in favor of “Singin’ in Her Ear.”

One & Done
Dating Division

The Gram With a Thousand Rules: “The recent news brought back a long-submerged memory from nearly 65 years ago.

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“Where is Grandma? She’s not here? But she must have been. I can smell her perfume!”

 

The Permanent Grandsonly Record
Or: Ah, the smell of it!

Jomajesty reports: “As told to me by Princess #1:

“On his arrival home from school recently, oldest grandson Jack entered the house and asked where Grandma was. His mom replied that I wasn’t there, and if I was, he would have seen my car in the driveway.

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After 72 years of use, this “very ordinary Club Aluminum pot” is one to remember.

Built to last

Little Sister writes: “It’s comforting to have something in your possession that was made to last.

“This very ordinary Club Aluminum pot was part of a complete collection my parents received as a wedding gift in 1944.

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