There I was at lunch, reading my book and absentmindedly crunching on a dill pickle, when I happened to glance down. Staring up at me, a little concerned looking yet faintly cheery, was a face in my pickle.
Two perfect eyes and a mouth reminiscent of Mr. Bill.
I cracked up. For awhile. Obviously, I couldn't just continue crunching. (Or is that only obvious to me?!) In any case, I scooped him up and set him aside.
I considered sharing with my co-workers, but was fairly sure they wouldn't think it was quite as hilarious as I did. Oh well.
Yes, I saved him all day long. I even took him out of his Tupperware in the afternoon and cracked myself up all over again.
And, yes, I carried him home on the train in a paper bag, took pictures, and wrote a blog about him.
Because I'm a dork like that and easily amused, apparently. So here he is...Mr. Dill!
I'm thinking of introducing him to Mr. Mutant M&M Man...my find from a few months ago.
Oh, boy, how silly. G'nite, all...