Yesterday, Jarret and I were wandering around one of those stores that have clothes in the front and an odd assortment of housewares in the back. We were in the housewares section when I spotted an item called a "cube shelf" - I suppose it was for displaying your special stuff a little higher than your crappy stuff.
"Hey Jarret, do you want your very own cube?" I handed one to him. He peered at it.
"It doesn't look very cubey."
"Well, maybe the packaging makes it look funny."
Jarret then turned the box over and found this.
The "cube shelf" was, by definition, not a cube.
I feel so cheated.
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