Remember this guy?
The first time I saw him, glowing in the light of an early-November afternoon, I looked at his price tag and said, “I can’t do it.” Not for $30. Especially not when he was made in India and may not be food safe.
But, oh, he haunted me, with his calm, kind penguin face, the proud tilt of his pour-spout beak, his gently curving wings… And so today, a month minus a day from the day we met, I returned to the Council Thrift Shop, and said, “If he’s still there, I’m buying him.”
And he was.
And I did.
But he wasn’t $30. Oh, no. He had a new tag. It said “20.” Anna had suggested I offer $15, and use him sparingly – I figured I’d ask if they’d take $15 when I took him to the cash register, but I was prepared to pay $20.
As it turns out, I didn’t have to. “Ten,” the clerk said.
I didn’t argue.
Tonight then, when I make a pink gin in honor of Repeal Day, I’ll shake it in a penguin.
“Shake it in a penguin” was my only Disco hit of the 70′s.
He is very stately.
Awesome find! how cool is that!