I went out to the mall yesterday and it was fun. I tried a Chick-fil-A sandwich for the first time ever. I got there at just the right time, after the noon lunch crowd thinned out. You get these waffle fries that are actually pretty good. The chicken sandwich is moist and delicious. I love the big photos outside the restaurant. I get the biggest kick out of the “Eat Mor Chikin” jokes.
I also flipped through a few Dad Jokes books. I think Dad Jokes are really funny. One of the books had a legal warning in it on the copyright page that sounded like the publisher would come after you if you repeated the jokes anywhere.
I thought you were supposed to tell jokes, not keep them to yourself. Besides that, the sale price on the book was almost $18. Hey, do yourselves a favor and google “Dad Jokes.” You can read them for free on the web. I doubt anyone would throw you in jail if you repeated any of them.
Do you have to be a dad to tell Dad Jokes? Yes, if you tell a Dad Joke and you’re not a dad, that’s a “faux pa.” Rim shot.
The ultimate dad at the mall is the guy in the Santa Claus suit. He was walking around waving at everyone, taking pictures with kids and spreading good will.
I actually got lost in one of the big department stores. No kidding, I walked around and around the store and could not find the exit. It was embarrassing. I suspect they designed the store a lot like how they design Las Vegas casinos—to keep you trapped inside, spending your money.
Here’s a shot of the Amaryllis, Star of Holland, as of this morning.
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