Vynal Vantasy

New binders give off a very strong smell of vinyl. I ordered some binders for work yesterday, and today, when unpacking them, I caught a big whiff of vinyl when I tore the boxes open.

It's not entirely an unpleasant smell, but it always takes me back to McCollough's Costumers in Moose Jaw. It was this narrow shop, about 25 feet wide, and it was crammed so full of costume supplies that you literally had to squeeze down the some of the aisles to get to other parts of the store. It was like a life-sized Tickle Trunk! We'd go there on or around Hallowe'en and buy capes and plastic swords and bloody axes, and they'd show us the man they have chained in the attic and the jars of severed heads they had on the shelves lining the basement walls. Occasionally the owner would pull out a bottle that looked like a rams horn from under the counter and let us have a little nip. It was filled with a bright green liquid that tasted like burning rubber, but it would make the walls go all wavy, and we'd sing something like "Ka thoo loo, Fa tay gun" over and over, taking sips of that green stuff and laughing. Sometimes it would look like tentacles were coming out of the floor and dragging someone away, and we'd have to sing even louder to drown out the screams. Those sure were crazy times.

Anyway. Because of this, I don't think I could ever become a vinyl fetishist. I have visions of being brought to the brink of orgasm by someone in a skin-tight vinyl suit and spontaneously yelling, "Hi Sheila, has the Big Bird costume come back yet?"