So today my mom and I went on an adventure.   My GPS with the Billy Bob Thorton voice of Karl from Slingblade guided us and we went to find a cool store that she had been told about that sold all kinds of paper—cardstock, envelopes, scrapbooking paper, colored paper, etc.   The trip was very nice—-the weather is beautiful today with fall in the air and the trees changing colors. The drive was easy and the company grand.   The store itself was more of a warehouse place and my oh my—-all of the stuff that was stashed in there was incredible.  But from the moment I walked in I just felt a weird vibe……not something that I could really put my finger on exactly to really know what it was but just a weird vibe.   We found all kinds of great stuff, some prices were really good because you could buy the paper by the pound and it was inexpensive that way.  Other prices were out of line because you could get the same item at someplace like Hobby Lobby for way less but hey—-it was  a really fun place to poke around in.  But the entire time I just had this feeling that we were intruders or something.  No one greeted us other than to tell us that we were not supposed to be in this area looking at rubber stamps because it was behind the counter.  Well,   there was no way to realize that because there was easy access there and no signs telling you not to go there and heck, how were you supposed to look at stuff with a huge counter between you and the wall of stamps?   And the customers were all sad looking people—other than us, of course.   It was just weird.   When we paid for our items it was as if the man had no personality whatsoever.  When we left I commented to my mom that it was just a weird feeling in there—like they did not want people in their store and that none of the employees seemed at all happy.   Maybe they had been breathing too much pulp fumes, I don’t know……