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Be Careful What You Ask For


I wouldn't say Jack was eccentric but whenever he made a purchase he would ask where it was made. For example, last week Jack went shopping for clothes for spring. He found pairs of jeans and demanded "Origin?" of the salesperson until she stopped saying China and hit on "United States".

He then moved over to the sweater section of the men's department and pulled the same trick until the sales girl stopped on "Ireland".  Jack had found the sweater he wanted.

From store to store Jack employed the same shopping technique. Shirts, socks, shoes. The origin of the shirts were Turkey. The origin of the socks were Armenia and the origin of his new boots were Italy.

But he didn't stop there. When he sat down for lunch he demanded to know the origin of the salmon and whether it was freshly caught. "Flown in from the west coast an hour ago" said the waiter which seems to have met Jack's qualifications just fine.

On the way home from the mall, followed by the late lunch, Jack had only one more stop to make. He was throwing a small party that night and a bottle or two of liquor might be a good idea.

"I need a decent whiskey" said Jack to which the salesperson provided a popular brand. "Origin" demanded Jack. "Hey, now wait a minute" said the salesperson. "First you say whiskey and now you say or a gin, Which one's it gonna be?

The prompt from the folks at Studio30+ was provenance/origin this week. This blog is from me.


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