Last Saturday I went to Blockbuster to pick up a free DVD. I was standing in line when I was witness to weirdness. The customer at the counter was a loud talking, upper 30s man with a walker and a parrot on his shoulder. This was ironic since at the time I was holding Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. The weirdness reached a crescendo when he asked the checker if she had a moist towelette. She directed him to the bathroom. As he made his way to the bathroom you could see that both shoulders, front and back, was streaked with bird droppings. Oh the perils of parrot ownership - Parrot Poop. His wife just stood by the door rolling her eyes and looking slightly embarrassed.
The wife (mine) always said that she attracted weird people (which explains me) and I guess her condition has rubbed off on me.
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