I was sitting at a Starbucks for a while today waiting for my car to be smogged. On the community bulletin board there was a flyer, a one-of-a-kind masterpiece of industrious proportions.
It was also enlightening; I had no idea you had to bathe a guinea pig (which is really not a pig at all — where did that name come from?). I thought this was a superb deal. If I had one, I think I would take advantage of the service even if I weren’t going anywhere. The company of another guinea pig alone I’m sure is worth the price.