In search of

Indoor recreation, but not at the mall, which is disliked; our quest included obtaining what is politely termed "ladies' foundations." We braved the windy bleak stretches of the Fred Meyer parking lot and wandered around inside, up and down, with much success on all fronts. On the way out through the garden center, we passed the tacky fountain department; my mother dissuaded me from getting a huge plastic made to look like weathered stone rooster statue as a joke for our friend and neighbor who keeps chickens. She thought kids might steal it, and besides, it might scare the chickens. It would have been kind of an expensive joke anyway, with dire repercussions on the friendship.