Before I begin, let me make it absolutely clear that I am a full proponent of equal rights for everyone.
Now, with that bizarre disclaimer out of the way, let’s start this tale.
My wife and I had our four year anniversary back in July, and decided to take a day trip to Niagara Falls. We brought along our toddler, as there’s quite a lot to amuse a two year old there -everything from snow cones to fireworks.
Now, I was keen to go there for a very particular reason – one not related to frozen treats or pretty lights in the sky.
You see, here on the communist side of Niagara Falls, there’s a certain little store tucked away at the top of Clifton Hill that deals in convenience type stuff, as well as some odds and ends.
I was there for a specific oddity/endity(?).
This store, for whatever reason, keeps a stock of t-shirts-that-didn’t-make-the-cut that it sells for only two bucks apiece.
What sort of t-shirts, you ask? Here’s my haul from two years back, in all their wrinkled glory: Continue reading