Ho-hum—just another day in the life, and there’re some errands to run. Just typical stuff, really. What, you want to come along anyway? All right, hop in.
We’ll start at the swap meet. Let’s go th...well, I guess one direction’s as good as any other, isn’t it?
Um. Think they’ll get defensive if I ask about the provenance of these bags?
I actually could use a tote, but...probably not this one.
Hmm. No.
Python, scorpion, Siber...okay, what’s with the glaring omission here? How is it they have room for pissant amphibians but not us? There better be something under “B,” is all I’m saying.
Might as well have a poke in the quarter bin. Just how many X-Men spinoffs have there been, anyway?
Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time!
Meh. Getting back to nature is so overrated.
You know, I’m pretty sure I ordered a Caesar salad.
Hey, how long do you think I can hang out here before anyone notices?
Right size. But am I art?
All-day suckers, unicorn pops, licorice ropes, sour chews, kettle corn, peanut brittle, gummis and jellies in every flavor...what’ll you have? I’m buying.
I. Am morally. OUTRAGED.
And I’m also a hypocrite. Get the bag, I see a frisky one!
What’ve we got here: Red Stripe, Harp, Guinness, plus cases of Bailey’s just out of frame—boy, they’re not even pretending St. Patrick’s Day is about anything else, are they?
Well, you can’t go wrong with a name like Woop Woop, can you?
Okay, got the escargots, got the black truffle shavings—now if I can just find what aisle the Hamburger Helper’s in, we’ll be set for tonight.
Suppose I should check my blood pressure while I’m here. Let’s see...110 over 80. That’s about right for a rabbit of my bearing.
...but of course it spikes once we get home and I find the credit card statement. D’oh!
Thanks for helping with the bags! Guess I’m done with errands for a while...
