Okay, so I’m a little weird. I’m just going to let that soak in while all the normal people leave the room. In this particular circumstance, it would be polite–by the way–to pretend that the 64 ounce Big Slurp finally caught up with you, or for that matter, just to fake a coughing fit.
Either way gets you out without hurting my feelings.
So, that’s it. All the normal people have now been given the opportunity to leave.
Now, here’s the other thing I visited at the antiques store the other day.
I was kinda hoping the price had gone down, but no. Still out of my range.
However, the information about him had changed. He is now a hundred years younger (And I trust that judgement every bit as much as I trusted the other guess.) And he is still missing a calvarium.
The 1/2 ribcage is now much more clearly marked as separately priced. (It is still arranged so that you can’t see exactly where and how it was cut.) Also sold separately, female pelvis.
And the rest of the case is completely filled with horror-movie kitsch.
What a way to spend eternity.