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shiny objects

Sunday, November 05, 2006


God Bless Us, Every One
or
P.O.M.C.!!!


I'm in Minnesota right now. Don't fucking ask me why. But anyhow, up here they have a grocery store up here called Kowalski's that's chock full of gourmet/organic food. Kind of like Central Market, if you've ever had experience with that. Anyhow, they have some really delightful prepared sushi in the coldcase, and at 2am, a container of such sounded good. So I went to Kowalski's. I picked the "marina combo," which consisted of 2 tuna and 2 eel nigiri, as well as 8 pieces of that conspicuously american bastardization, the california roll. On the way out of the store, they have 12 or so little plastic bins into which customers are invited to place their reciepts. Each bin is labeled with a charity. March of Dimes, Wildlife Fund, and so forth. The store donates a certain ammount to each charity depending on how many receipts are in its respective box.

I usually don't give 2 shits about the human race in general, but there was one charity that caught my eye. The bin read: Parents of Murdered Children.

Wow. Hmm. A non-profit organization so blunt, it's . . . well, the sort of thing I'd make up for a laugh. I put my receipt in the bin.


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