This morning I visited four Walmarts in an attempt to get a certain Christmas present. In each case they only had enough units for the lucky 28 (or 15 or 12 or 9) people that had arrived before me. Hopefully, this item will become available at other stores soon. Interesting factoid: it takes only 45 minutes to drive to three Walmarts from our house. I could have added the fourth for another 10 minutes probably, but they made their items available at 12:01 this morning. The others all started selling at 7:00 or 8:00 this morning.
My shoulder is till sore and pops with certain hand movements. I’ve been trying to keep Nietzsche off it at night, but that’s his favorite shoulder. My other arm is also sore now because we did some garage cleaning over the weekend. The slow healing part of getting old really, really sucks.
You have no idea yet about the physical aspect of getting old… and yes, it truly sucks.
Funny story (for you maybe)… last night I’m at the grocery store. Barrett was with me keeping me company. At the checkout after the cashier had rung everything up, she looked at me and said “Senior discount?” I heard Barrett gasp and say something like “no way…”. I simply replied “Ah, no, not yet”. But the cashier wasn’t ready to let it go and pursued the subject even further by stating “But you only have to be 55 to get a Senior discount.” So now, Barrett can’t even say anything… his mouth is just hanging open. Me? I’m ready to punch the bitch. Instead, I coldly reply “I’m only 51”. I think she actually apologized at that point but I don’t know for sure. Bitch.
That story is too funny, Mardy. See what happens when you let your hair go natural??!! (sorry-couldn’t resist) 😉
Did she really think a senior citizen would have a rack like that??!!?? And remember, I will ALWAYS be the baby……hehe