I won’t name the store…

…but, whoever thought up the name of whatever this crap is that they’re selling would have been taken out at sunrise and shot…in days of yore.

Since Yore has been relegated to graphic novels, I would be satisfied by just making them paint proper flowers and fruit over these signs.

And, then, before we went out the door, we stopped at the obligatory forecourt Starbucks for coffee-to-go. Instead of ordering my usual mocha java latte – no whip, I decided to try the pumpkin spice latte (warming up to Halloween). Don’t waste your time! Mine tasted like Cardboard Chicken Gumbo NO Spice latte.

At least we got to buy most of the stuff we were there for.