tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13899759.post1243814415875830676..comments2023-10-18T04:54:22.013-07:00Comments on Seattle Umbrella Conspiracy: Fred Meyer is zoned “twilight”.qtillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10341878873082776791noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13899759.post-83871036860439062562008-08-21T13:18:00.000-07:002008-08-21T13:18:00.000-07:00I don't think you understand the breadth nor durab...I don't think you understand the breadth nor durability of Jim's massive (girly-manish)shoe collection. <BR/><BR/>Also I already have abused them with my cheap clearance shoe rack which apparently cannot support their majestic awesomeness (or weight).qtillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10341878873082776791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13899759.post-63021371733352212682008-08-21T13:14:00.000-07:002008-08-21T13:14:00.000-07:00After having talked to the lady, are you reconside...After having talked to the lady, are you reconsidering putting cd's in the bin and instead opting for perhaps, <BR/><BR/>stabbed and cut up pieces of Jim's shoes?<BR/><BR/>Because they would totally fit in there, you know what I mean?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13899759.post-31469432252143341782008-08-21T13:00:00.000-07:002008-08-21T13:00:00.000-07:00Once an ugly guy asked for my number at the FM in ...Once an ugly guy asked for my number at the FM in Monroe.<BR/><BR/>I suppose that does not count as craziness though. Although if he had known me better it might have.qtillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10341878873082776791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13899759.post-71093787662138846712008-08-21T12:59:00.000-07:002008-08-21T12:59:00.000-07:00So were the bins you got green? You know, to take ...So were the bins you got green? You know, to take the place of the basket you so desired at Joanne's the other day?<BR/><BR/>Creepy Fred Meyer story indeed.<BR/>I can't say I've had that kind of experience when I've been there, but then I usually shop at the Redmond or Monroe FM.Ferretnickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11261512329615907191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13899759.post-83273216898027138732008-08-21T07:20:00.000-07:002008-08-21T07:20:00.000-07:00You know. I shopped at Fred Meyers on a number of...You know. I shopped at Fred Meyers on a number of occasions, and I always found what I needed. Indeed, I would venture to say that it was convenient and not scary at all.<BR/><BR/>This makes me wonder if a.) You're unlucky or b.) I'm so wierd that I just fit right in.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13899759.post-55102383056512309242008-08-20T21:27:00.000-07:002008-08-20T21:27:00.000-07:00Bothell, actually. It was entirely unexpected sca...Bothell, actually. It was entirely unexpected scary.qtillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10341878873082776791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13899759.post-5976528324893583992008-08-20T20:40:00.000-07:002008-08-20T20:40:00.000-07:00The is the Fred Meyer on 196th, right? That place...The is the Fred Meyer on 196th, right? That place is indeed sinister.Elwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00025147948683497899noreply@blogger.com