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Hop on Pop
Here's a beautiful Fathers' Day story for you:
When my friend Robin gets drunk, she likes to go to the supermarket. On Friday night, we played Trivial Pursuit as a drinking game, so Cheryl - who drank less and has a better tolerance than poor Robin and myself - had to drive us to Meijers. The height of our trip to the supermarket was the bakery. As we passed boxes of Fathers' Day cakes, we saw plenty of "DAD I LOVE YOU" cakes, then caught sight of one with "POP YOUR TOPS" written on it.
We stood, confused, in front of the cake for a goodly while, wondering if it was some kind of obscene stripper cake that had gotten mixed in with the Fathers' Day ones. Finally, it occurred to one of us that what they'd really meant to write was "POP, YOU'RE TOPS". This, of course, made us mad, and in our drunken state, wanted someone to pay for this horrible grammatical error. This would have been a much better story if we'd found someone, but I think we ended up getting distracted by something shiny and weren't drunk enough to be confrontational by the time we walked by the cake again on the way out.
srah - Sunday, 15 June 2003 - 11:12 AM
Tags: alcohol
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Comments (9)
katie - June 15, 2003 - 8:12 PM - ℓ
We have those. They're called Price Chopper.
Once again, I wish I could file this in my own categories. It would go under "poor grammer".
mommy - June 16, 2003 - 1:28 PM - ℓ
I didn't think you could hear me out here. I will try to sigh more softly.
I went to the nearest Meijer yesterday and they didn't have a fucking Party Pantry! I was pissed. I expressly went to Meijer so I didn't have to make 2 stops, which I ended up doing anyway. Fucking Livonia Meijer.