Lost & Didn't-Really-Need-To-Be-Found
Found scrawled upon a Winnie the Pooh stationary pad (featuring classic Pooh illustrations) at a kiosk in Toronto's Eaton's Centre: "Now Pooh was a beer of little brains..."
Not only did this particular spelling snafu amuse me, Mel and Mel's family, but it brought the kiosk merchants trying to sell us the stationary great roars of laughter. The scary thing is that while it appears to be a perfect case of Engrish, the rest of the description of Pooh (all of it subsequently being non-alcoholic) is perfect English.
Or is it? Have the beer companies bought the rights to Pooh, and are slowly starting to subvert the minds of young children with subliminal advertising? Or are we discovering the dark secret of the Hundred Acre Wood's favourite bear? Does this mean every time he raids Rabbit's place, it's to find the moonshine Rabbit's been secretly making? For that matter, what is Pooh's favourite beer? Is it Guinness?
Found left inside a briefcase that was returned to our store yesterday: they're lacy, they're black, and our best guestimate puts them in at about a C-cup. Here's a handy tip for all of you out there who might buy briefcases or other items made to make you look thoroughly professional and business-like...don't leave your bras inside said items when you return them. We can only sell purses, backpacks and luggage. As far as I know, our Head Office will never have a division of womens' underwear that matches not only your purse, but also the luggage you're wheeling along behind you.
Though this does admittedly top the white thong we found on top of our gift kiosk's phot album display last Christmas season. How does one top a hilariously strange work anecdote involving panties? With more undergarments, apparently!
Today's Lesson: it's easier to berate what you write than to create it.
posted by Phillip at 6:10 AM
