Well, I've seen it all. Kill me now, and lay me smiling in my casket.
I went to the IGA supermarket near my work this morning to buy a bread roll and some ham (not vital to the narrative, but important scene setting), and as I was leaving, at the exit way, there on a bench thing, was a leather-bound book. On the front, in a fancy script were the words, 'Visitor's Book'.
(Stunned silence)
Dear IGA,
Thank you for having us! We have had a wonderful stay! Your aisles were just delightful, and in particular the canned veg section was breathtaking! We feel very relaxed and invigorated after our romantic stroll down aisle seven-- just what we needed after a long commute.
The cold linoleum floor was just to our liking- (particularly that little slippery spill near the meat section- a lovely touch:) -and that AM radio muzak simply took us to another place. Rest assured we'll be telling all our friends about your beautiful property. And of course we'll be back soon- maybe this afternoon!lol:)
Kind regards,
Kevin and Judy xx
Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)
Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)
5 comments:
And this wasn't the last one of a product you could buy? In that case it's rather disturbing.
Or a joke.
much more boring, but true:
'visitors' from brands/merchandisers/those-old-ladies who-give-out-free-samples have to sign in when they come on site. All stores have them. I've signed in to DJ's visitor's book when doing some merchandising there for my last job.
If it's what Bonnie said, would have been funny if you did write an affectionate message.
It always saddens me when I find out there's a logical explanation to things.
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