The trip wasn't a total bust though...
I'd caught glimpes of this character in various stores and parking lots in town through the years, but yesterday was my first close encounter.
With a rather evil little chuckle he asked if I, ahem, wanted to "hold his Willie".
I chose to ignore his little double entendre because I really, really wanted that damn parakeet to perch on my finger.
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i saw him in the post office one day and my sweet 4 year old says, "mama, why does that old man have a bird on his head? is he crazy?" in my ambarrassment, we fled the premises
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