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Smart Woman

It was the evening before Thanksgiving, so off to the biggest store in town I went, for a few items, I needed to complete my Thanksgiving Feast. Everyone was grabbing, and hurrying to get out. I was totally out of my comfort zone, for I hardly ever come here, except to buy a few things, you don't find anywhere else. Then there he was, lost as a goose in a thunder storm, his wife had played a severe trick on him. A list he held in his hand for the items she needed. I heard him talking to himself, so I stayed close behind him, just for the entertainment. Marshmallows, does she want the big ones or the small ones, oh no, couldn't put that down, so I'll buy both. Cherries, now where are they, probably way over on the other side of the building. Just then he turned around to look at me, am I blocking you, if so I am sorry, but I don't know where anything is, and with this crowd in here, I can't even think, much less find anything. No, I said, you are fine, I am just as lost as you are, that's when he told me, my wife played a cruel trick on me. She wanted to come early, and get this over with, but I told her, what is the rush, well, I will never say that again, ever, and if I get out of here alive, you will never see me pushing a buggy in here again without my wife. I don't know how she does it. I thought to myself, smart man. We have to give his wife credit, smart woman.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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