Truth is Stranger than Fiction

I’ve thought about this expression lately, considering what exactly makes fiction oftentimes more acceptable than truth. Perhaps when we hear something is fiction we automatically prepare our minds to suspend our disbelief to some extent to accept the story.


That said, tonight I went to Rural King to buy a small box of screws to mount some shelves at school and a box of dog biscuits for my girls. Apparently everyone simultaneously decided to go to Rural King at 5:00PM, including a middle-aged man with four large cockatoos. He stood at the front of the store near the cart corral, feeding the birds popcorn from his own mouth. He was obviously not shopping and did not appear to be in any hurry to leave.

Four cockatoos. Popcorn. From his mouth. That is all.


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