Bringing bells to a wheat fight

Son…I told you, your mother told you. It’s wheat day. I’m not going to tell you you brought shame on your family. No,  just yourself.

…But I can see you already know that.

Now, get rid of the bells. You’re starting to attract clowns.

It was a busy day on the fifth shelf at Savers. There were crazed Asian firemen, multiple clowns, and these two fellows. I’m not sure what their full story was, but the kid looked absolutely heartbroken. Like his dog had just got run over the day after its warrantee expired. Even his bells couldn’t bring him joy. His dad–if they were related, they were clearly dressed for the same occasion but not really from the same reality, seemed pretty thrilled with himself.

What lesson did we learn? Simplicity is joy? You’ll never be truly happy with material goods, so just wander around with a sheave of wheat? Don’t look behind you, because there’s clowns?

…nothing?

Savers on Burnet and North Loop, Austin

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