Reprint: The farm supply is a great place to pick up….

[Metroknow]

I generally don't do this on IowaAvenue, but this time I'm making a minor exception, for humor's sake: I'm republishing a story I just posted on Almost Fit this morning, only because I'm hoping that it will give you a larf for your Monday back to work blues.

From this morning's post:

Ed. Disclosure: This entry is not really food related (well, dog food I suppose), but I just had to share it with my friends who are reading this site. Part of the purpose of Almost Fit is documenting my life’s changes as I lose weight and get in shape, and while this truly has nothing to do with that, it is part of my life… OK OK, I’ll admit it: that last sentence is what is called, “a stretch.” This has nothing to do with Almost Fit. But hear me out.

This morning I had a little reminder of just how old I am (at least I HOPE it is age related).

To buy dog food I generally go to the farm supply store, which I did this morning after I dropped Jonah off at preschool. In fairness I looked kind of haggard - I was up until 2AM last night working to make a deadline, as I have been doing for a week now, so this morning I skipped the shower before I left in favor of a few more minutes of sleep.

At the farm supply store, in the dog food area there was an average mid to late teens-looking girl, stocking the dog food shelves. Let’s call her, “associate.”

Associate: “Can I help you find anything?”
J: “[distracted] - Uh, no…I’m fine, I think I found it.”
Associate: “What were you looking for?”
J: “Well I came here for dog food, but Wow - there are Chicks here!”
Associate: [with a teen look of what-everrrr on her face] “Uh, OK…?”
J: “Man I’ve gotta bring my son back here, he’ll love this!”
Associate, silent, eyebrows raised and looking away, presumably reaches for her pepper spray…
J: “Oh and my wife too!”

Realizing the tension, I grab the dog food and leave quickly.

Here’s the thing: there were horse troughs, right there, full of baby chickens and ducks, cheeping and hopping away. You know, CHICKS? On my way out of the store, dog food in hand, I thought to myself that had I instead said Gallus Domesticus Infantus, maybe I would have sounded less creepy, but I think in general using Latin names is in itself it’s own veritable creep-fest.

Ah, to be old and crusty among the young and naive.

there’s your Monday morning story.

Metroknow
http://www.almostfit.com

[David]

BTW, anyone who uses the words "larf" and "blues" in the same sentence deserves an accolade or two.

[Lisa Newton]

You know, when I had to read this twice to understand what you were talking about, and then it hit me, "Chicks!!" My first thought was baby chicks, like in the case of small chickens,and I thought it was a great idea to bring your son. The duel meaning of chicks didn't hit me right away.

LOL...............I guess I'm dating myself, too......................:)

[David]

Thanks for blog Metroknow, even I was caught off-guard until your explanation at the end of your story. Have you thought of writing science-fiction? :-) You know people write best about what they know........................)

Very cute. However, not everybody--especially in the morning wee-hours--may have your sense of twisted humor.........You hail from Pasadena so I give you a lot of slack!

[Metroknow]

He is one of two, and my general feeling is they are reasonably and relatively in the dark on that fact........... :)