So, I was scanning the shelves looking for more horrible clowns for National Clown Week, like you do (it’s August 1, for the record), and then, horse’s snout on a plate. It was like Don Corleone making me an offer I couldn’t understand. Or French surrealists invading Goodwill to make a sophisticated statement about luxury in a capitalist society.
I backed away, stumbling into what must have been the complete works of Ansel Adams AND Anne Geddes (they should get together!) What was the store trying to tell me? Did they know I only came to mock them? Was this my prize race horse’s nose, and if so, where was the REST of him, and would this affect his aerodynamic capabilities? Did I even own a prize race horse? And if I did, why was his head so small?
I went home, shaken. Puzzled, confused, hurt, and possibly a little bit hungry. Why couldn’t it have been another clown?
Goodwill on 2222 and Lamar