An older man approached the register. "Have you seen my chicken?"
Oh my goodness. What is he about to whip out and show me? "Nope," I said continuing my work.
And that's when he pulled out this little number pictured above. A rubber chicken. He turned it's butt toward me and pushed an "egg" out, as he called it. He pushed it closer to my face to show me where the yolk was. Oh good. I was afraid I wasn't going to hear about the details.
And the first thing that came to my mind was my blog. So I took one for the team and acted impressed in order to ask for a picture. (To my twelve followers: You're welcome.) Do you know how much energy it takes to pretend that you're really impressed with a rubber chicken? A whole heaping of energy. That's how much. "Wow!" I exclaimed. "That is so neat! Can I take a picture?!"
He agreed. And when I told my brother, he told me I should feel guilty because, apparently, I was misleading this poor man. But I'm sure this guy was flattered, which leads me to this next question: What is up with old men and little gags and gimmicks? Do we not remember the inventor? I have a feeling these two guys are in a club together.
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