I went to a store the other day to see about getting some custom bits for my house. I expected a plethora of options and choices. I expected some help planning a custom installation.
What I got was Ronald McHelpless, the Noseclown. "Well, your options are this, this, this, or this." Literally. That's a direct quote.
And then he went into a canned spiel.
I forgot most of it. He was taller than me. nose at eye level. Red blond hair. All normal enough. Except that he had some nose hair issues. Serious issues. I swear a clown was trying to climb out of his nose. I'd suggets he get a nose hair trimmer, but this is more on the order of weedwhacker. I couldn't concentrate on what he was saying due to the distraction of a man's nose giving birth to a small squid.
It was surreal.
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