Our office neighbor is the property owner’s wife- thinks herself a “picker” and occasionally has sale events right next to us-

Think: $400 rotted old wagon wheels and various delapidated old shit to decorate “kitchy” houses all over the northern USA.

They descend upon me now, I can see the parking lot filling. I see the Buick that did a u-turn in the grass. Thousands of Karens- The tidal wave of SEEYOURMANAGER!SEEYOURMANAGER! is already ringing in my ears and the Toyota Highlanders already blot out the sun.

Odin welcome me, your doomed soldier who laughs in the face of death