wasteland weekend

Ah, cultural norms and the expectations that go with them…

I stopped at a roadside sale because a couple of things caught my eye.

The nice older gentleman who was holding the sale called me over to see if he could interest me in an antique bracelet.

Oh, no, I laughed. That’s not the sort of thing I’m looking for.

I started to explain: I’m looking for things for a costume.

Ah, he said, immediately pulling out a box of costume jewelry.

Um, I said, not that kind of costume. Have you seen the Mad Max movies?

He had, and he very kindly gave me a discount on some military surplus type stuff and other Wasteland-appropriate odds and ends.

But he still seemed pretty bemused by the whole thing.