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.
