Today while the Road King was gettin' a service, the wife and I went to do some shopping. We don't exactly walk at the same pace and Glo has a habit of stopping to look at anything (and everything) that might catch her attention.
I wandered into the store and latched onto the front of the cart when she followed as I usually do, sorta draggin' her along to try to get outta there on the same day we entered! After about 20 yards of tuggin' quite a bit harder that usual (figured she had a cart with a bum caster) I hear this polite voice, "Excuse me, I think you have the wrong wife". I turned to discover that I was easily winnin' a tug of war with a sweet little ol' lady that had followed me into the store while Glo pondered the brochures outside. Still don't understand the need to look at pictures of the stuff outside the store when you can just walk in and look at the real stuff.
I wandered into the store and latched onto the front of the cart when she followed as I usually do, sorta draggin' her along to try to get outta there on the same day we entered! After about 20 yards of tuggin' quite a bit harder that usual (figured she had a cart with a bum caster) I hear this polite voice, "Excuse me, I think you have the wrong wife". I turned to discover that I was easily winnin' a tug of war with a sweet little ol' lady that had followed me into the store while Glo pondered the brochures outside. Still don't understand the need to look at pictures of the stuff outside the store when you can just walk in and look at the real stuff.
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