32. The Worst Part
Once when I was maybe 6 I got a parakeet from a small family-owned pet store. Maybe two days later it died. My mom put it in a paper bag and we drove over, but when we got there but it had been closed for about half an hour.
My mom started banging on the glass door yelling “DEAD BIRD” until someone unlocked the door. I could not look that store owner in the eye as I got a new parakeet. The worst part was my mom mentioned it to an employee almost every time we came in after. I think in hopes of getting a discount.