You know those hobo men who strangely resemble Santa that the Salvation Army usually puts in charge of ringing bells for charity outside Wal-Mart? Eric and I got to be those hobo men this year!! We got all dressed for the occasion in scarves, coats, and gloves, and then stood inside the entry way of the grocery store with aprons that proclaimed, "I am a bell ringer" (in case the ringing bell in my hand didn't give it away). Eric and I stood across from each other and competed for loose change from passersby. "Eric" "obliterated" me with the "exorbitant" amount of money he collected. (Replace "Eric" with "sore loser", "obliterated" with "shamed", and "exorbitant" with "pathetic" for a more accurate description). My "swaying" red bucket could not bear its own "emptiness". (Here, replace "swaying" with "bulging" and "emptiness" also with "bulging". Enjoy the photos!
A common bell ringer sight:
A less common, but just as charming bell-ringer sight:
