The saga continues.

A lady walks up to me and asks if we carry parrot food. I say we do and walk her over to the pet food aisle, happily pointing right at it. She picks up the parrot food, looks at it quizzically, and asks if we have any food for real parrots. You know, as opposed to the food for imaginary parrots she had in her hands.

I consider the question for a little while, put the parrot food back, reach down and hand her parakeet food. She looks at it, again turns it down. I keep trying. Cockatiel food? Nope. Macaw food? Nope. Desperately, I just grab for a random bag and hand it to her. She looks it over, nods affirmingly, thanks me and walks off with her bag of seed for canaries.

I don't have the heart to tell her she is not really raising a parrot.