Thanksgiving Review

       Thanksgiving was perfect (or at least it would have been perfect if I didn't have to work so hard to ignore my calculus take-home-exam). The food was ideal as was expected but I guess we thought we weren't thankful enough because when I went down to visit some friends the next day we did it all over again. We even tried to do the black Friday thing at Best Buy and just ended up having some fried 16 year old employee sell us the wrong computer. Couldn't blame the kid, after all I know what its like to try to provide excellent customer service without sleep.

         The next day we had to visit a place in search of some candy my Dad remembered from his youth and this is where we ended up. Jolley's Corner Pharmacy looked more like a shop you would find in Diagon Ally than a drug store. We had plenty of time to explore it's endless handmade crafts and 40's style children's games but it only took about 30 seconds for me to find something I couldn't leave the store without.
The Pocket Guide to Mischief by Bart King. The book itself proved to be quite mischievous when I went to pull it off the shelf and it tried to knock some of the other books on to the floor. Not to mention it is just small enough to make you want to try to fit it in your pocket but just big enough for you to fail in your pursuit. After a short flip through it was apparent that purchasing it was inescapable. I'm willing to share anything I learn with you guys.


         The next adventure was to help Ethan with his "ring shopping" and admire a loft space specially made so that while parents thumbed through merchandise their children could spend time fulfilling their own dreams of sitting in very colorful chairs. What could be more exciting?

               Eventually we regrouped up front to see what the others had excavated. When all was rung up at the register the look on my Dad's face resembled the look that Howard Banister had when 'they tried to charge him for a radio because his wife said he would pay for it (but he didn't of course)'. To our surprise the tiny metal letters my Mom picked out were 50 bucks a piece and spent a while trying to guess what they were made of to merit such a heavy price tag. The only thing we could come up with was that they were obviously plutonium and sold for the sole purpose of fueling your flux capacitor allowing you to go back in time and convince yourself not to buy them. A hypothetical situation that can't be considered a waste of time considering time is irrelevant but it certainly would be a waste of effort.

       We didn't walk away empty handed but we didn't find the candy my Dad was looking for so we went somewhere else. The name of the place escapes me but from the looks of it I expected everything to cost a nickle. It made sense that we would need to be transported back into the 50's to find a candy flavor like horehounds or sassafras. It was worth trying once but it didn't change my life like I thought it would. We finished off with a quick trip to the Temple in bountiful to wrap up my much needed vacation. I still have my calculus exam to worry about though. Back to the salt mines I guess.
(Look, that place is called "Eggs in the City". You're welcome.)