The real mystery here is why is a dog WALKER doing so much driving? 
The gray suit catches your attention, but you think nothing of the white mohawk (particularly on an old guy in a suit)?
ha ha, well Loudoun County, VA isn’t exactly an urban area – customers are pretty spread apart. Sadly I spend more of my day driving than actually walking.
Cafeteria=food for money=need ATM to get cash=parental unit, sibling unit of patienta needing money+employee of the State of MD, which DC happens to inhabit=MSE ATM in DC caffeteria. Not really that difficult to understand. You can also have a DC business that is part of a credit union that are not necessarily State of MD employees. My current credit union was started for Pratt & Whitney employees. My business has only its presence in the city of East Hartford in common with P&W.
On the way to Wellsville, NY every year, my family and I always take notice of a small green street sign that says “Site of Forbidden Trail Crossing.” The sign is, I believe, in Steuben County. We’ve tried looking for any kind of date, or more information online, but nothing’s come up.
Who was crossing the trail? Why was it so forbidden?
I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you …
ah, what the hell - Here you go!
I’ve mentioned this one several times before, but this is a minor mystery that will probably continue gnawing at the back of my brain for the rest of my days.
When I was a young lad, I was out walking with my best friend and I found a small square of light green notepaper bearing the neatly handwritten words Roxell Roxell Bowshot. nothing else.
I’ve never been able to make any sense of it.
The dryer didn’t do anything. The washer has them.
Socks, being light, get tossed up to the top of the load. Sometimes they float out over the edge of the drum, and fall between the drum and the casing. The dryer is innocent; the washer sits cackling and rubbing its hands together.
When I was 7 years old, I was in the house watching tv, and my mother had taken our dog out to the back yard. The yard had a cinder block fence that was 4-5 feet tall. I heard the dog barking, and my mom called me out there to see what they had found.
It was a live clam, with its shell opening and closing. Now if you live by the coast, this wouldn’t be unusual, but we lived in very dry West Texas, with the nearest body of water about an hour’s drive away, a freshwater lake.
Now how did that clam get in our backyard?
Stange but true.
It was probably dropped by a bird. Google shows that there are several freshwater clams in Texas.
My mystery is why someone would open a store named Eggzackly that only sells porcelain eggs in the first place, let alone in a small town. How many eggs could they have possibly sold? There were tons of eggs hanging in the windows and many glass display cases filled with eggs.
They were open for 4 years…I really wish I had gone in and found out more, now I’ll never know if they were a front for selling drugs or not. If a front…why would you open a porcelain egg store to front selling drugs? How does that make any sense? Little old ladies coming in to look at your eggs mixing with the other clients; that seems like a recipe for disaster.
And don’t think we haven’t hunted for that answer, either. :smack:
Thus have I reached enlightenment! 
It could have been a money-laundering enterprise. Make X amount of money doing something illegal, then claim on your tax return that it’s the proceeds from your porcelain eggs. Still a front, but not physically: no drug business on the premises.
Driving past warehouse district sees
old weathered store sign:
Disco
Mart
five secounds later, just as the building passes by, turns head to see store front:
Discount
Mart
:smack: