I don't think we have to delve into the history of Jane sending me to the grocery early on in our marriage for a loaf of bread and my expenditure of 176 dollars we did not possess only to return home and explain that I had forgotten the bread. Perhaps at another time.
Today Jane was with me at the store and sent me for two cans of beef broth. I arrived at the correct aisle only to find a gentleman restocking the beef broth from that step on a ladder that is two levels above the warning level.
I waited until he noticed I was standing next to him then I shouted, "Don't jump, stocking beef broth can't be all that bad."
He climbed down from his precarious perch and calmly said .,"May I help you sir?"
"I would like two boxes of that beef broth you were trying to hide up there."
He returned to the ladder, climbed to the very top step, grabbed the two beef broths, made is way back to terra firma and handed them over. He put one foot back on the ladder then stopped his ascent looked me in the eye and asked,"Your not like real people are you?"
I could only reply with the truth, "No sir I'm not , I'm a writer."
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
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