September 27

I mentioned yesterday that we would most likly stop at our wonderful little, 'sells everything but always out', Wal-Mart store and we did. I let Glenda out of the car at the front door then after parking went in to find her so as to accompany her during her shopping. In truth she hates to shop with me so when I'm there things go much faster and there are fewer frivolous purchases because of it.

As I walked thru the store in my search of her, out of the corner of my eye I caught a quick glance of a little fat guy that seemed to be looking around fairly furtively. To myself I thought, now there is a guy up to no good of some kind so I paused a bit then stepped back for another look. Gees, there was a mirror, it was me!

Not long after that a manager approached me and asked if he could help me find something. I guess he thought that I was up to some no good also. Anyway, I told him that I had lost my wife in the store somewhere but with my luck the loss would only be temporary. He said, "yep, and she probably has the car keys and the credit card too huh?" I replied with, "oh, I see you're familiar with my type luck." We both did a short ha ha and I continued my search but tried to tone down the intensity somewhat. I did find her and overall things worked out okay.

A bore is a man who, when you ask him how he is, tells you or else he'll type you a bunch of nothing thinking you're going to read it.~Bert Leston Taylor (edt)