This morning I was in a store. This store was not special for any normal reason. I mean, it wasn’t a “giant space-puppy” store. That would have been awesome. No, it was just a store, that sold stuff.
Now, granted, behind one of the glass counters, hidden behind some cleaning supplies, was this:
Yes, that is a tiny fake dog covered in what looks like real fur being ridden by a tiny stuffed monkey. On a doily. It seemed to be their local deity. A shop overseer. I don’t know. I really don’t. But the store was fine. Outside of that.
And there’s always an except, isn’t there?
Except that they sold these gloves, for kids.
And I looked at them and thought… well… honestly at first I thought they said NOM cause I couldn’t see the S and then I thought they might say NOMNOM but that’s six letters and people tend toward five fingers so I moved the other gloves and looked.
That can’t be right. No, the W was looking upside-down because that way the kid could read it. It had to be snow. Except then it would be backwards, if it were upside-down, and read WONS. And that’s wrong, too, as evidenced by the snowflake on the thumb.
Nope. They said SNOM.
It might SNOM later, here, actually. Chance of SNOM.
SNOMSNOMSNOM let it SNOM let it SNOM let it SNOM.
I did not, mind you, buy the gloves.