"But I couldn't find guns. I wandered up and down aisles until I spotted a salesman. "Excuse me," I said, "where can I find cowboy guns?"
"Oh. We don't sell those." He looked at me as if I had just asked him for nipple clamps, or perhaps a Bible. His voice was tinged with the self-righteousness of people who announce to others that they recycle, or that their children attend Eugene V. Debs Elementary because they believe in supporting the public schools."
Thursday, December 23, 2004
A Bizarrely Heartwarming Christmas Story
This is wonderful, a frenetic Christmas search by blogger Tony Woodlief to find cowboy guns for his kids for Christmas: