And I thought I couldn't spell potpourri!

After I passed over the 'Mighty Mac,' the bridge spanning Northern Michigan and the Upper Peninsula, I was texting with my sister who asked me to pick up a key chain for Jack. "He would love a gift from up there." Knowing that I wasn't going to the island because it was too damn cold, I stopped for gas and asked if they sold any key chains. "No, but try..." and I was off on a little quest in Mackinaw to buy a key chain or "something that can hang from his belt." I found the suggested party store and walked into what looked like a deli.  "Do you have any tchotchkes?"  I asked.  Well, they don't seem to speak a lot of Yiddish on the UP, so I responded to the confused look with "a key chain or something." "Ah sure, in the gift section." I found her use of the term 'gift section' as confusing as she found the word 'tchotcke.' It was a cultural impasse.