Two years ago, at the height of the Christmas season, I was busting open some boxes when I came across this book. At first I thought it was a children’s book, until I randomly opened to this page:
In case you can’t read the caption, it says, “Mary Katherine blamed it on Mary-Margaret and Mary-Margaret said it was Mary-Josephine. All Sister Agnes knew was that one of the girls was going down.”
At first I just saw the three chicks in bobby-socks staring down at the beer can. Oookay, I thought, beer in a catholic school would be bad. And then I looked in the background: the chicken tied to the bed, the poker cards on the floor, the miniature camera.
My immediate reaction: What kind of sick person comes up with this stuff?
My secondary reaction: I like it.
My tertiary reaction: I’ve got to show the boss!
Thus my store’s love affair with the chicken dioramas was born. Bitter with Baggage Seeks Same: the Life and Times of Some Chickens (by Sloane Tanen), was a huge seller that Christmas. Apparently my sick sense of humor was universal. Plus it was the perfect coffee table book to use as a conversation starter, that gift for the person who was impossible to buy for.
A week ago I was once again busting open freight when I stumbled across another book with pipe cleaner chickens. It was the follow-up: Going for the Bronze (Still Bitter, More Baggage)! Instant celebrations erupted throughout the store as we all stopped working so we could read it.
As you should also; it lives up to the original. I laughed so hard that I couldn’t breathe.
So go. Buy. Now!
The chick compels you.
3 comments:
Hey! I have that book! It was a gift from a colleague who's first thought upon seeing it about a year and a half ago was "Beth!"
It slays me. Must look for the new one, yay!
It is sooo good. My favorite one is the campfire scene with the little pipe-cleaner chicken Freddy. Oh, so beautiful.
WHY have I not heard of these books? I must get myself a copy NOW.
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