Local Flashback
Anyway, Local Flashback time!: for those of you familiar with or from Fairfield Co. have got to remember Town Fair. This was a store that had it all. It was the original Super Walmart. It had a bakery, a grocery store, a video store, electronics dept, apparell, shoes (cheap and trashy but still), cosmetics, photo lab, home furnishings, nursery, sporting goods, restaurant, they had it all people!
The only thing was the ambiance. It was filthy. Not dirty, filthy. But it was like a guilty pleasure- or so I've heard. My personal experience with Town Fair was when my mom used to buy my clothes from there. One year she bought me a coat. The big down coats were big that year and everyone wanted the black with tan at the top. Town Fair had the bootleg version and this is what I got for christmas.
The down feathers were somehow gathered in all the wrong places, the front and back were flat, but the arms were extremely thick. I hated this coat. But when your mom buys you a coat dead in the middle of winter, you either wear it or freeze your ass off. And if you could see what's left of my ass today you'd know I chose not to wear that coat.
I vaguely recall a convienent store also being in Town Fair. It was the first thing you saw when you walked in, I believe. I remember sneaking to look at the playboy mags. My family swore I'd grow up to be a lesbian - if that's at all possible. Maybe I shouldn't be saying this.
No, that's not why I'm single.
Or maybe it is.
But, I digress. I used to buy the cartoon t-shirts with the black Simpsons and Bugs Bunny with dreads -wait. Now that I think about it- that was a silly fashion statement. What kind of era were we living in people?! I'm done. I have nothing more to say. That last flashback traumatized the hell out of me.
The only thing was the ambiance. It was filthy. Not dirty, filthy. But it was like a guilty pleasure- or so I've heard. My personal experience with Town Fair was when my mom used to buy my clothes from there. One year she bought me a coat. The big down coats were big that year and everyone wanted the black with tan at the top. Town Fair had the bootleg version and this is what I got for christmas.
The down feathers were somehow gathered in all the wrong places, the front and back were flat, but the arms were extremely thick. I hated this coat. But when your mom buys you a coat dead in the middle of winter, you either wear it or freeze your ass off. And if you could see what's left of my ass today you'd know I chose not to wear that coat.
I vaguely recall a convienent store also being in Town Fair. It was the first thing you saw when you walked in, I believe. I remember sneaking to look at the playboy mags. My family swore I'd grow up to be a lesbian - if that's at all possible. Maybe I shouldn't be saying this.
No, that's not why I'm single.
Or maybe it is.
But, I digress. I used to buy the cartoon t-shirts with the black Simpsons and Bugs Bunny with dreads -wait. Now that I think about it- that was a silly fashion statement. What kind of era were we living in people?! I'm done. I have nothing more to say. That last flashback traumatized the hell out of me.
posted by Mary at 8:00 PM
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