Never Send Mom To The Record Store To Buy A Record – A True Story
There was a time when the only way to buy music was to purchase it on tape or vinyl, usually at a record or department store. The year was 1983 and a friend of mine, Kyle worked in the local record store.
His knowledge and love of rock n’ roll led him to pursue this part-time minimum wage position to help support his college tuition.
Kyle’s job was to stock the store with new product as it came in and help customers with any needs.
So one day as Kyle is sorting vinyl he notices a middle-aged woman looking at the bins that hold the records. She was obviously not finding whatever it was she was searching for in the “R” section.
It’s A New Record
Kyle approached the woman, smiled and said. “Can I help you find something?”
“Oh, yes,” the woman replied, “my son sent me to buy the new rubber plant record, but I can’t seem to find it.”
Kyle’s eyebrows went up and he repeated the name to her, “rubber plant?”
“Yes, rubber plant,” the woman confirmed distinctly emphasizing-the last r in rubber. Continue reading

















