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Many have said that upon entering the best pirate supply store in San Francisco, they get a sensation of déjà vu. Others walk in and feel at once the miracle work of an unseen hand. Yet there are those whose eyes bulge and shrink simultaneously while their thoughts are so convoluted that they are unable to shout or mutter the question that most plagues them: “What is this place?”

The store log is weekly account of actual events that occur in the shop, as well as testimonials, comments and complaints from our customers.

September 30, 2006

An eight year old boy giving a tour to his little sister was overheard giving this explanation: “So, pretty much the closest thing to real [in the store] is the glass eye.”

September 24, 2006

Q: Why didn’t the skeleton cross the road?
A: because he didn’t have the guts

September 19, 2006

Talk Like a Pirate Day

Quote of the day:
“It brings tears to me one good eye.”

Highlight of the day:
Mopping Zach, the fire captain from station #7.

Today we offered:
-samples of Sealoaf
-3-D fish viewings
-design-your-own eyepatches
-free knot with every purchase

September 18, 2006

This afternoon I discovered an unknown cabinet filled with jewelry boxes full of glass eyeballs. On the side of the cabinet, I found this piece of paper for a mysterious Christine which reads:

My friend Christine is pretty.
-cooks
-games
-read
-laugh
-hair

ALWAYS

ai=a
ph=f

Recipe for Christine
Cup
Half cup
Table spoon
Pinch

Later, this girl told me she was going to make a shirt that read on the front: “I was mopped” and one the back “It’s like a Bar Mitzvah”

Around 3:30 a young boy came in with a skateboard and asked if he could barter a skateboard trick for a piece of treasure. So Josh, Carson, and I went and stood on the sidewalk to watch. The kid skated up and down the sidewalk, spun around, did a few kick-flips, and even jumped off the stool. The best part was when a couple walked in front of him and he skidded to a stop suddenly by turning his skateboard sideways suddenly. I let him take two treasures instead of the one.

September 12, 2006

Bartered Joke as told by a four-year-old girl:

Q: Why can’t ghosts have babies?
A: Because they have hollow weenies

September 06, 2006

This morning when I arrived at the store, an american flag drawn in crayon on a small piece of paper was folded up on the ground outside. I decided to save it for the log, but didn’t have a chance to write anything until the end of the day, so I left it sitting on the counter. It was really hot today and so the fan was on full blast, which subsequently caused everything loose on the counter to blow around. Carson kept appearing to tell me that I had “lost my flag,” and if we didn’t now have a cover for the lard, the poor slip of paper probably would’ve ended up covered in it.

September 01, 2006

This afternoon, Miles and his dad stopped by on their bi-weekly visit to the pirate store. Miles had acquired quite a collection of items that he has found in our vat. today, he asked if he could draw a picture in a special notepad that he had in his carrying case (a small plastic box filled with crayons, a pencil with Jack-o-lanterns on it, an ArtGum eraser, a flower he found in the park for his mom, and his Bart ticket). I told him that he could draw on whatever paper he wanted to. And so Miles decided to draw a portrait of me, which he proudly told me I could keep. He also noted that he forgot girls don’t have penises, and so he accidentally drew a penis on me. I smiled and told him not to worry about it. Personally, I love his rendition of my unruly curls the best.


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