Had lunch with Mr. Man today. Dropped our cars off at the oil change place, had lunch, then went to the dollar store 'cuz we're just that classy. Our middle son loves birds, so we love to find really goofy ones for him. Then we have to find something equally tacky for the other two, but that's what dollar stores are for - high quality gifts at low prices. Jay found a black crow for Justin this time, a puppy for Branden, and a hideous gargoyle for Ryan marked down to only 50 cents! Score! As we're at the checkout line, the cashier tells us, "I'm really sorry, but I'm going to have to ask someone to ring up the bird for me." We weren't sure what she meant. Could there be something of value at the dollar store that requires a manager's approval? Then she says, "I need someone to actually pick up the bird and run it across the scanner and place it in the bag." At this point I look at her closely and notice she's looking ill. I said, "You don't like birds, do you?" She said, "No, I can't stand them and I can't stand to touch one." I ran the bird through the scanner for her & stuck it in the bag, and we all had a great laugh. As we were driving off, we saw her outside the store, walking away. I asked Jay if she was going off to puke somewhere. I said, "Wouldn't it be great if we had the bird and could just chuck it at her?" He thought it would be more fun to go back in later and arrange about 15 of them behind her, all staring right at her. People can be so cruel.
We were admiring outdoor decor for the entrance to our apartment, which is just the ugly stairwell to the second floor. We joked about sticking a big huge mailbox out front, some windsocks, Christmas lights, a cafe table & chairs, etc. In the end, though, we felt this plaque was perfect for the look we were wanting here in our neck of the woods.
