||[Feb. 11th, 2007|10:57 am]
한국 사람이 아니다
Yesterday, on a whim, I went into a store I'd never been in before. I used to love hunting and fishing shops, especially those with fly-tying supplies, when I was younger. I have always been fascinated with fishing lures and flies; I had an uncle who tied his own flies and the artistry and detail that this gruff, earthy man could produce was awe inspiring.
Right near my house, where I've lived for nearly seven years, is Roach's Sporting Goods, over 100 years old in the same location. Why I've never been in this place before I have no idea, and yesterday I finally rectified this.
I think it's been about 20 years since I've had such a satisfying shopping experience. I only bought a few things, fishing swivels (endlessly handy), a fly fishing lure (with the hook cut off, a wonderful - and inexpensive - cat toy) and a small natural buck tail (a toy for the kitten, who loved it). But my purchase was rung up on a real cash register, the kind with buttons and a "no sale" tab, a thing that along with phones that actually ring is becoming rare.
As I walked out the door, I sighed happily, "I'm so glad that places like this still exist." From somewhere in the depths of the window display, a man responded, "Thank you."
"No...thank you," I said as I left.