magnum party

i picked that up today, which is the impetus for this story. as i was browsing the costume shop a comely shopgirl asked if i needed assistance. i responded, asking if the store had any "magnum mustaches." she gave me a look like i was crazy. now there are maybe four styles of mustaches: the handlebar, the "clark gable", the "hitler", and the "magnum". that's it. this girl had never heard of magnum, p.i. not magnum. not higgins. not rick. not t.c. not ferrari drivin' private investigator. nothin'. maybe she was too young. (which blows 'cause it means i'm too old.) maybe her mother didn't have a thing for mustachioed men like my mother did. maybe her dad is tom selleck and she's blocked out the character from embarrassment. whatever the reason i left the store feeling as if the world was slightly off balance. there are people in this city who don't know about magnum. hopefully i inspired her to go home and search "magnum" in wikipedia and after reading the entry feel compelled to buy the dvds and after watching she'll throw her own magnum party. or maybe i'm a nerd who'll be dressed ridiculously for a killer party.