Not that I’ve actually been diagnosed or anything, unless you include every layperson I encounter. There is WAY too much going on in Pier One to focus on any one thing. It is, however, great fodder for Awkward Photojournalism.
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I went in there with high hopes and walked out with almost nothing. I did almost buy a sofa, but I figure it’s probably best to confine impulse buys to things like gum at the register in Wegman’s.
One of the first things we saw there was this Hipster Penguin:
Hipster Penguin
By all rights, he should be wearing black rimmed glasses, but he has no ears, something which I assume he is pretty self-conscious about, so I wouldn’t bring it up if I were you.
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I also saw this band of metal cats which I’m sure would make an awesome gift for anyone who likes cats or music or metal:
Jazz Katz
This next item I nearly bought. Its a giant fork– authentic in appearance. I think it would make an awesome diet aid. Just limit yourself to one fork full of food per day and wala!
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You’re an Olsen twin. (My fork model is also available for Bar Mizvahs and weddings):
Giant Fork
This last item was quite a find. It’s a wooden rooster who was sitting on a shelf, pining for Beyonce the Giant Metal Chicken.
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What appears to be a staring contest is actually my fork model trying to explain to Mr Wooden Rooster that he is not Rooster enough for the likes of Beyonce:
Out of His League Rooster
He seemed to finally get it, but he is still sad and alone. Look how pensive he looks in this photo:
Oh What A Lonely Bird
You really don’t see that much pensive poultry.
Ooh Something Shiny! 