Buffalo's Ruminations: Get Out Your Crying Towel

I suppose it was getting on to 1400 hours, (which is about 2 P.M. to those that aren't familiar with the 24 hour clock), when we headed for the shopping adventure. I found an auspicious parking spot, Kat exited, and I turned on the radio. ... No one in the mall sells the damn things. It is a christian-owned mall. The stores that would normally sell such noxious things agreed to leave them out of their inventory. It was about 2000 hours when our savior appeared. ...