Mistaken Identity

Today, windblown and rumpled after a hike, I stopped in the grocery store in Nederland. At the checkout counter was a small display of Chicken Poop Lip Gloss, with the slogan "Grandpa says if your lips are chapped, put chicken poop on them so you don't lick them," and then the disclaimer, "Contains no poop."

"That's disgusting," I said to the clerk, a 50-something man with the bushy beard and unkempt hair that's characteristic of this little mountain town. "Does anybody buy that stuff?"

"Yeah," he said, smiling. "We sell a lot of it in the summer, when the tourists are in town and need something to waste their money on."

"Oh, really?"

"Yep. That and the polished rocks at the store across the street. Ha, ha!"

"Oh, right. Ha, ha!" I said as I walked out, enjoying a moment of mistaken identity.

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Thanks so much to Eirik for sharing his moment in the sun!  That's awesome.  Anyone else have a moment to share?

Comments

[Cat]

Unfortunately, I haven't had any particularly stand-out moments since Donna set out on her grand adventure. But as I too prepare for a long drive and a longer vacation (albeit in the Northeast), Donna has inspired me to look forward to the moments along the way, along the highways and byways between sweltering Washington DC and cool, rocky Maine.
In the meantime, my favorite recent moments have been spent watching my cat, Brutus, avidly watch the cardinals, titmice and goldfinches that frequent our newly installed birdfeeders. Brutus is what I will miss most about home while I'm away!

[david]

Ha ha, I've heard the chapped lips joke with "horse apples" instead.