We cruised by a store called FishLand today.
Me: “So, they sell, um, all fish at FishLand?”
Me: “Like halibut and tuna. Fried or blackened.”
D: “No, they sell fish as pets. It’s a pet store.”
Me: “A whole store dedicated to pet fish instead of a fishmonger. Okay, then where’s HamsterLand?”
D: “Yes, because there’s a market for rare, tropical hamsters.”
And then I dissolved into stomach-folding laughter imagining a guy in a FishLand uniform running through a South American jungle after a startled and seriously psychedelically-colored hamster.