A woman walks into a furniture store with a parrot on her shoulder.
No. Seriously. That JUST happened. Not a living parrot, mind you. It was clipped to her shoulder, on a spring, and it was clearly pining for Fjords, but it was a parrot. The woman quite obviously wanted me to notice the parrot and SAY SOMETHING, but I just smiled and asked if she had any questions. She didn't buy anything, OF COURSE, and she left, apparently miffed, apparently miffed that I didn't take the stuffed parrot conversational bait.
Posted by Ryan at February 26, 2013 04:10 PM | TrackBackHOW DARE YOU
Posted by: Keith at March 1, 2013 01:44 PMI would have rapped its head on the counter if she gave me a chance.
Posted by: Ryan at March 1, 2013 10:43 PM
Stumble It!
