“Never speak loudly to one another unless the house is on fire”
H. W. Thompson
“MY GOODNESS HOW MANY BOTTLES OF WINE ARE YOU GETTING?” she shouted with some surprised, but no anger.
At this point, I am at the top of the aisle assembling the six bottle, 10 percent discount that Ralphs offers, and wife is at the bottom of the aisle near the registers, and everyone has turned to see the wino loading up the shopping cart. I ignore her and go the other direction. She forgets that she is no longer in the Bronx.
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