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The Peacock Who Must Be Named
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timeturner
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02 September 2011
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If you don't follow on twitter this may make no sense. But that seems to be normal for me.
After an unplanned sidetrip to the hospital for the ongoing prank war between myself and TBN, I had to stop by the store to pick up some meds for poor pain-inflicted TBN. While at this store, I was roaming around waiting for the prescription to be filled and ended up in the school supply section which, oddly, was right next to the outdoors section. In the aisle next to me, a mother and her daughter were shopping. Now, I'm not normally an eavesdropper but when I heard "HPFF" I admit my ears perked up.
As it turns out, this particular girl is a member of HPFF and, today, her story had been rejected. She said that she knew it was her fault and it was a stupid mistake (love her already!) but was obviously pretty upset about the whole thing. Her mom was pretty cranky (let's assume tired) and was just kind of tolerating her daughter's rambles.
I don't actually carry wristbands around on a regular basis and it was just a fluke that I happened to have one. I had promised one to a teen at work and then promptly forgot to give it to her. So as they stepped away from their cart to go look at something the daughter was pointing out and I took the opportunity to slide a wristband into their cart (Note: it is not wise to leave your purse unattended in a cart like that...just sayin'). I quickly moved to the next aisle and busied myself looking at Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez notebooks which was quite painful in its own right. The next thing I know, the girl is squealing. I swear, you could've heard her at the front of the store. She wants to know where her mom got the wristband (It was in the cart) and wanted to go off in search of who left it because she KNEW it could only have been an HPFF staffer.CrankyTired mom would hear nothing of it. And then:
"Well, can I at least have the peacock?"
"Of course not."
"But its on clearance!"
"What would you do with a [expletive] peacock?"
"I dunno. But it's blue and brown! I've told you before that's Jay's favorite colors! Remember there was a contest about it once."
"Yeah, I guess."
"I could put it in my room when I'm doing my writing. I could name it.... Percy! He sort of never fit in anywhere anyway. Come on, mom, please.... it's like everything HPFF is about!"
"What?"
"He doesn't have a home and we're a home and he's blue and brown and ...."
"No."
"Mom-"
And, of course, it continued to degenerate into a normal parental/teen feud. I debated. I considered. Okay, no I really didn't. I just went and hugged him to my chest and ran for the register. Even forgot the meds and had to go back inside to get them.
So, I introduce to you the peacock who would have been named Percy but our siteowner seems to have other plans:
After an unplanned sidetrip to the hospital for the ongoing prank war between myself and TBN, I had to stop by the store to pick up some meds for poor pain-inflicted TBN. While at this store, I was roaming around waiting for the prescription to be filled and ended up in the school supply section which, oddly, was right next to the outdoors section. In the aisle next to me, a mother and her daughter were shopping. Now, I'm not normally an eavesdropper but when I heard "HPFF" I admit my ears perked up.
As it turns out, this particular girl is a member of HPFF and, today, her story had been rejected. She said that she knew it was her fault and it was a stupid mistake (love her already!) but was obviously pretty upset about the whole thing. Her mom was pretty cranky (let's assume tired) and was just kind of tolerating her daughter's rambles.
I don't actually carry wristbands around on a regular basis and it was just a fluke that I happened to have one. I had promised one to a teen at work and then promptly forgot to give it to her. So as they stepped away from their cart to go look at something the daughter was pointing out and I took the opportunity to slide a wristband into their cart (Note: it is not wise to leave your purse unattended in a cart like that...just sayin'). I quickly moved to the next aisle and busied myself looking at Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez notebooks which was quite painful in its own right. The next thing I know, the girl is squealing. I swear, you could've heard her at the front of the store. She wants to know where her mom got the wristband (It was in the cart) and wanted to go off in search of who left it because she KNEW it could only have been an HPFF staffer.
"Well, can I at least have the peacock?"
"Of course not."
"But its on clearance!"
"What would you do with a [expletive] peacock?"
"I dunno. But it's blue and brown! I've told you before that's Jay's favorite colors! Remember there was a contest about it once."
"Yeah, I guess."
"I could put it in my room when I'm doing my writing. I could name it.... Percy! He sort of never fit in anywhere anyway. Come on, mom, please.... it's like everything HPFF is about!"
"What?"
"He doesn't have a home and we're a home and he's blue and brown and ...."
"No."
"Mom-"
And, of course, it continued to degenerate into a normal parental/teen feud. I debated. I considered. Okay, no I really didn't. I just went and hugged him to my chest and ran for the register. Even forgot the meds and had to go back inside to get them.
So, I introduce to you the peacock who would have been named Percy but our siteowner seems to have other plans:
And apparently, I'm going back shopping for his cousin there too 
