Waiting in line for coffee today I noticed the woman in front of me had a lovely feather on her back. I told her so, plucked it off and handed it to her. "Hum," she said, giving it a close inspection. "I wonder what I was sitting on earlier." After a moment of contemplation she said, " I think it was a duck."
Pause. "I don't mean I was sitting on a duck. I mean I have lots of cheap throws filled with duck feathers."
"Oh", I nodded in reply.
She followed me to the cream bar a short while later.
"I had a sweater just like that", she observed, pointing at my brown fleece pull-over. "My son called it my Muppet sweater. Trouble was he was 100% right. I had to get rid of that Muppet sweater."
"Well," I asked, "did you donate yours to Value Village? Maybe this one was yours!"
"Nah, mine was purple. A verdant purple."
VERDANT purple?????
She clearly did not realize mine was not a Muppet sweater. Mine's an UGLY sweater! Maybe even a Deer Ugly sweater.
And there ain't nuttin wrong with Ugly.
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