I’m a word nerd. It’s one of many fun facts about me, if I do say so myself. How many people do you know who can make up letter games on the fly when she’s stuck in a four hour traffic jam with kids in the car? Or enjoy nearly any reading material supplied in a waiting room. Or make herself perfectly content with a pen and paper/napkin/envelope in a pinch.
I’d love to say that makes me low maintenance, but I think we all know better than that.
My word nerdiness and
peculiar particular sense of humor combined early on to make greeting cards akin to sport for me. Yes, it’s true – I love greeting cards. I know these days that’s like something from the Mesozoic Era but sue me, I enjoy the hunt. And then I share the joy with our U.S. postal service.
So if paper is my crack, what does that make greeting cards? Well, for my fellow word nerds this really needs no explanation, but I recognize we’re not exactly a majority population. (However, given that we’re in the blogging world, those stats might be skewed.) At any rate, it works like this.
I stand in the middle of the stationary section, basking in the glow of its sheer volume of greeting cards. Then I find the humor section because those are really the only ones worth hunting through. But it can’t be just any old section with “Humor” slapped over top of it…they have to be the cards that are actually humorous to grab my attention. If the store threw a bunch of “it’s your birthday, now you’re ancient” crap on the racks then I just keep on moving. Ditto for mindless drunk redneck and bimbo in bikini cards. Call me elitist.
But when I’m lucky – exquisitely lucky – I’ll happen upon sections that are witty. Surprising. Laugh out loud funny.
The choices have gotten better over the years. Used to be the only place I could reliably find funny was Hallmark since they carried Shoebox cards and, eventually, Far Side. These days Target has several read-worthy lines, including Papyrus and a line called justWink that’s hysterical. Seriously, it’s not at all unusual for me to lose up to an hour just…browsing. Which doesn’t exactly help when it comes to Target, but bygones.
And when I actually find the perfect card? Or, on a good day, two or three? Well, I’m not an actual hunter so I can’t be certain but I imagine it’s a lot like what they call the thrill of the kill. A warm feeling spreads from my toes to my nose, and my brain gets all joyous and jingling. Kind of like having chocolate cake with an espresso.
Calling all word nerds. Stand up, peeps, loud and proud, and find your giggles where you can.