It is infrequent that either the General or I wear our wedding rings. For starters, my hands and fingers are normally swollen, and I can't get my ring own. The same is sometimes true for the General. Friday was obviously one of those days that neither of us wore jewelry.
There are many days that I never leave the house. Usually, if I'm out of the house, it is to go to the doctor, grocery store or to church. After falling down the stairs before Christmas and rupturing my (R) Achilles tendon, this year has mostly been a stay-at-home kind of experience. It obviously takes longer to get back on your feet than one would like to think.
Friday afternoon I needed to deposit a check for the company for which I work. The General needed to go to the grocery store for a few things. We decided to make it a family outing. I also needed to pick up a prescription.
On the outskirts of Dripping Springs, I noticed that I had a work call scheduled in fifteen minutes. I parked the car in the parking lot at the grocery store five minutes before my telephone call. I told the General that I'd meet her inside the store after I got off the telephone. I'd start by picking up my prescription.
All of that fell into place, I then telephoned the General to ask where to find her inside the store. In short order, I was standing by her basket while she was selecting pre-made half pound hamburger patties.
I asked if she minded if I set this one out? My leg was hurting. I told her I was going back to the pharmacy section and would wait for her there. There is available seating in the pharmacy section. She said, "Okay."
Three days later when she notified me that she was in line at the check-out, I stood and started toward the exist. They say times flies when you are having fun. I obviously was not having fun. How could we have been inside the grocery store so long for a few things.
When I saw the basket, I was shocked. She may have only needed a few things at the grocery store, but the basket was full to overflowing. No wonder it took a week for her to make it through the crowded aisles.
Once she was in the car, she told me about a conversation she had with a man near the Dasani water. He initiated the conversation. During what she described as a long conversation, they talked about bottled water. He moved from the topic of water to telling her about his wife's death, his adult daughters including their pictures and his grandchildren. He showed her pictures of them as well.
All I can say is that the man has incredible taste. I found myself feeling sorry for the guy. Seriously, who goes to pick up Dasani and tells a total stranger his life story?
If there is a lesson to be learned, I need to step up my game. Hiding out in the pharmacy section of the grocery store while my wife fills up the grocery basket is not a good way to keep the old man out. I am still more youthful than that.
I am not the jealous type; however, I did ask if the guy had asked for her number. He did not.
All My Best!
Don
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