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Category: Life As I Know It | Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 10:35 am

Early in our marriage my wife and I got interested in plate collecting. I don't mean plates that you eat off of, but collector's plates that have scenes painted on them. At the time there as a magazine called "Plate World" that came out every other month showing all of the latest and upcoming plates. One particular day, recognizing that it was time for the latest edition, we decided to see if we could buy it locally. We were living in Layton, Utah, serving at Hill Air Force Base at the time. "Plate World" isn't a magazine that is carried by just anyone, so we decided to drive into Salt Lake City and see if we could find it there.

We had my young daughter and son in the car so I would drive up to a magazine store and drop my wife off so she could check and see if they had it. We did this quite a few times unsuccessfully and were about ready to give up when we saw another magazine store. I dropped her off and found a nearby parking space in the shade to sit and wait. After a little while I saw her walking to the car extremely fast with one hand shielding the side of her face. She opened the door quickly and slid in.

"Let's get out of here!"

"Did you find it?" I asked.

"Just get out of here!" she yelled.

It was obvious that she was upset, so I wisely did as she demanded and pulled onto the road and away from the magazine store. It took a while but I finally managed to get her to tell me what happened. I'll do my best to describe it accurately:

Upon entering the magazine store, she was greeted by a middle aged man of Indian descent. "May I help you?" he asked in a thick Indian accent.

She responded with, "Yes, do you carry Plate World magazine?"

To her surprise he answered, "Yes, go down this aisle all the way to end and take a left. You will find it on the top shelf."

"Thank you."

"You are most welcome."

She took off down the aisle, excited to finally have found someone that carried the magazine. She noticed a lot of men standing in the aisles looking at magazines. It was at this point that she started getting a little suspicious, but the clerk said they carried "Plate World" so she pressed on, anxious to see the latest issue.

She walked by a few of the men and felt their stares as she passed by. As she passed by one of the men she glanced at his magazine and was shocked to see a glossy picture of a naked woman. She was starting to feel very uncomfortable, but pressed on anyway. She finally made it to the end of the aisle and took a left. She looked where the clerk had told her and quickly realized that he had misunderstood her question. There, on the top shelf, was a whole row of "Playgirl" magazines. For the first time, she took a good look at her surroundings and understood that she was in an adult book store. It wasn't too long before she was sliding into our car, yelling at me to get out of there.

I sat and listened to her tell the story and did the only thing that a loving, caring husband would do in a situation like this. I laughed until I cried. Needless to say, shortly thereafter we took out a subscription to "Plate World" magazine.

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cherylad wrote on Fri Jun 13, 2014 1:16 pm:

Too funny!


eileen wrote on Fri Jun 13, 2014 1:27 pm:

Oh dear I felt myself cringe when I heard of your poor wife's discomfort. I would have shot out of there like a bat out of Hell too!! I did, however, have a little chuckle to myself when I pictured the scene.
I'm glad you decided to order a subscription to 'Plate World' so that this scenario never happens again though.

Cayuga Morning wrote on Sat Jun 14, 2014 12:31 pm:

Very comical!

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