Brown is a favorite color of letterpress printers. Used right, brown adds the perfect touch of refined elegance. Used wrong, it looks like a poop rainbow.
When I was about 11 I begged my mother for one of those rainbow shirts that all the "cool girls" had with the rainbow that ran from sleeve to sleeve. After many weeks of hinting, my mother came home with a package and a big smile. "I got you that shirt you wanted", she proudly said. And when I opened it, it was a rainbow shirt, but instead of the spectrum from red to blue sprouting incessant happiness, it was a poop rainbow just like the one above. I couldn't hurt her feelings by telling her how wrong it was, so I wore it to school many times, often with a sweater strategically placed to save me the shame of middle school laughter. At least now I know where my mom must have shopped...
Hilarious! Yeah, I'm from Jersey and we had Caldor's. I remember I bugged my Mom into buying me that huge Rodan toy bird from the Godzilla movies when I saw it there. Rodan's wings would flap and of course they promptly fell off after me dropping it off high places. As a kid I just didn't realize this thing wouldn't fly. Doo doo rainbows don't work either.
I know I'm a year behind on this post, but I just clicked on the "poop rainbow" link and found all these treasures. My grandmother managed the juniors' and women's departments at a Caldor all throughout my childhood, and man, did that net me some sweet stuff.
Brown is a favorite color of letterpress printers. Used right, brown adds the perfect touch of refined elegance. Used wrong, it looks like a poop rainbow.
When I was about 11 I begged my mother for one of those rainbow shirts that all the "cool girls" had with the rainbow that ran from sleeve to sleeve. After many weeks of hinting, my mother came home with a package and a big smile. "I got you that shirt you wanted", she proudly said. And when I opened it, it was a rainbow shirt, but instead of the spectrum from red to blue sprouting incessant happiness, it was a poop rainbow just like the one above. I couldn't hurt her feelings by telling her how wrong it was, so I wore it to school many times, often with a sweater strategically placed to save me the shame of middle school laughter. At least now I know where my mom must have shopped...
ReplyDeleteHilarious! Yeah, I'm from Jersey and we had Caldor's. I remember I bugged my Mom into buying me that huge Rodan toy bird from the Godzilla movies when I saw it there. Rodan's wings would flap and of course they promptly fell off after me dropping it off high places. As a kid I just didn't realize this thing wouldn't fly. Doo doo rainbows don't work either.
ReplyDeleteI know I'm a year behind on this post, but I just clicked on the "poop rainbow" link and found all these treasures. My grandmother managed the juniors' and women's departments at a Caldor all throughout my childhood, and man, did that net me some sweet stuff.
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