It’s not radar, it’s balloon-dar.
We had to go out to Cycle Gear to get new tires for Ron’s motorcycle. Instead of just heading back, we decided to hit Smithfields for dinner because we never get out that far “east” just for food.
As we drove into the parking lot, Emi & Abby both start saying “balloon! balloon!” to which neither Ron, Joseph nor I could see *ANY* balloons. We literally all thought they’d seen the overhead lights or something and thought they were balloons.
We crossed the parking lot, still no balloons in sight.
Open the door to Smithfields and right there, in front of our eyes, behind the counter, are a dozen, colorful balloons. 😀
Balloon-dar. That’s what they have. 😀