I'm on a mission to find real vanilla beans so I can make my own vanilla to cook with. While waiting for the natural foods store to open last weekend, I took a stroll around Goodwill. I found a vintage Superman lunch box to store seasoning packets in and sunglasses to replace the super cool pair that broke in the car accident.
I wanted to wear them right away so I struggled to take the tag off for a moment before turning to the guy behind me in line. For the purpose of this story it does not matter what he looked like as this is Oregon.
"Excuse me, can I borrow your pocket knife for a second?"
"Hey, do I look like the kind of guy who carries a knife around?" He chuckles while pulling one out of his pocket.
"Well, this is Oregon so I figured my odds were good. Also, mine is in my diaper bag in the truck."
He wipes the blade on his (dirty) jeans and explains the dried blood is from a recent hunting trip.
Dude. I don't care if you killed someone with it, I just want to wear the glasses. There is a time I would not have been so much okay with the dirty, bloody knife but hey, there was also a time I wouldn't believe I would pack a pocket knife around. In my diaper bag no less.
p.s. still no luck on the beans.