Which brings me to my recent gift shopping caper—
I disobeyed THE SIGN.
I'm serious, dead serious.
Here's the scene of the rebellion. I needed a glowing white robe from the top rack which I could not reach from my non-NBA-basketball-player-height. And I was in a hurry.
Aha! I spied a hook for retrieving high stuff and I nabbed it.
Did you notice the sign on the wall right above the hook?
|(OBSCURE CLOSE-UP OF SAID SIGN)|
It says —and I'm rephrasing— DON''T YOU DARE TOUCH THIS HOOK. IT'S FOR EMPLOYEES ONLY AND WE DON'T WANT TO BE LIABLE FOR YOUR STUPIDITY.
I was in a hurry.
Despite past clumsical errors, I had faith in my ability to use the hook without stupidity. So I surreptitiously checked for employees in the area, pulled down 4 robes of the wrong size, and after laughing so much employees should've come running, I snagged me a robe of the right size.
(Photos have been judiciously altered to avoid recognition and recrimination and I will vehemently deny that the person in the photos is me should the urgent need arise.)
THREE CHEERS FOR TACOS!
WHAT FOOD ARE YOU LIKE?!