My friend Mary and I went to yard sales this morning. (Mary neither looks nor sounds like Wayne Knight.)
There was a box marked "Free." Mary went over to it. She pulled out a 12-inch Woody doll (and a Buzz). "My kids will love this," she said.
The woman running the yard sale came hurrying over, looking very worried. "Oh! Those aren't supposed to be in there! We're not selling those," she said, and took them back.
Mary did not fight for them. She did not sneak them out of the woman's garage when she wasn't looking. She handed them over, slightly disappointed, but immediately started laughing, because really. How awesome is that?
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Was anyone in a chicken suit? That'd be awesome!
Isn't it amazing how fiction can never compare to your real life? How do you always end up in these bizarre situations?
life imitates art, which imitates life, which imitates art, which imitates life.
I am impressed by this.
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