Here is your dad joke, as presented by the Dad Joke Generator:
Q: Which side of the chicken has more feathers?
A: The outside!
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I recently visited three book stores in Washington DC. Two second-hand stores, another Kramer’s (obviously).
The two goals of mine were to get a gift for my dad for Father’s Day, plus a book for myself - you can never have too many books after all.
I wasn’t really sure what I wanted as I was flipping through the shelves at Kramer’s. I hovered around the Business & Economics section, but came up empty-handed.
It was only a few blocks away where I once again found myself in the Business & Economics section. I find a book for myself.
That leaves one item on the to-do list: a book for father’s day.
So I go to the second second-hand bookstore, one I frequently patronise. I scrutinise the nonfiction shelves, only to come up a little bit short.
Darn it! I feel like I should get some sort of nonfiction.
But it wasn’t meant to be.
And so I made my through the fiction section and saw the names of the classic writers. Faulker wouldn’t do. I just bought a Faulker. Fitzgerald? Nothing I don’t have already. James? No, not right now. That reminds me, I still haven’t read my copy of Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.
Besides, I don’t think any of those would’ve been great gifts.
So I go to the mystery section.
Ah of course! Who could resist a good mystery book?
Agatha Christie. Raymond Chandler. Those are the only two I know. Plus whoever wrote The Maltese Falcon.
I spent what felt like forever in that store. Waffling back and forth between selections. It wasn’t until I realised I had to make an appointment that I resolved myself to go to the cashier.
Not entirely confident in my selection, I head downstairs anyways and hand the book over for purchase.
I walked out of the store with Nabokov.
Nabokov!
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