Dallas Day Nine
Shopping in America can sometimes be a great thing.
I went into a card shop last night. “Hi! Can I help you” the shop assistant said. “I need a birthday card… for twins”. Without a trace of hesitation, she asked “What age are they? A boy and a girl, or 2 boys, or 2 girls?”. She then pointed me straight to the section for twins cards, and pointed out the ones for first birthday and for mixed twins. Now that’s impressive!
Less impressive is the fact that the card won’t arrive on time, but that’s kind of my fault…