This afternoon The Wife and I went to the doctor’s, the Wal-Mart (or Wal-Marts, as Matt over at That Tears It…, calls it) and Taco Bell/KFC or WKFC after I wondered about a few things there.
Well, anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, at the Wal-Mart…just when you need a cell phone from which you can download pictures, you don’t have one. Isn’t that always the case? Well, it is for me.
For what did we see? A little bird standing in the middle of an aisle, that’s what. Of course, I’d love to have a photo, but I don’t. All I have a photo of is a big bottle of Prozac, which I took when I got home — uh, the photo, that is, not the big bottle of Prozac, although I may seem a little off.
That wasn’t all we saw at the Wal-Mart or Wallyworld as one frequent letter writer to a paper for which I worked used to call it. My wife also saw a woman with one large tooth on register at the checkout. I know. Freaky, especially considering where we live and dental care is such a high priority. I think it ranks right up there with weight loss. Of course, my wife’s phone doesn’t download photos either.
I must not get out much, because I had never seen these little fortunes on the Taco Bell Fire Sauce packets and I was intrigued by them when I got them. “Hey, there, hurn, look at dese, dey are funnnnn-y.” Just a few of the gems printed on them:
— This space for rent. Inquire within.
— Will you scratch my back?
and then the ever hilarious:
— Help! I can’t tell where I am. It’s dark and I can hear laughing.
I think this last one would be true if you had that entire pile of packets pictured above of that bung-hole exploding stuff. I don’t think you’d be able to tell where you were either.
The hilarity, though, really started when I went to get a fountain drink and saw this sign:
This Flavor Can
Be Filled At The
We Apologize For
It had on it this sign…but it didn’t say what flavor this was.
But then of course, I couldn’t leave well enough alone and had to add:
Maybe it’s like one of dem trick Jelly Bellies, you know, the vomit-flavored ones?
Of course, being the gentleman that I am, I added hastily:
Pardon me, ma’am. Didn’t mean to offend you.
And she said:
That’s all right.
Of course, later The Wife and my sister surmised she probably said later:
Later back at the Wal-Mart, waiting to pick up my prescription, I overheard this:
They should put in a g-d bed.
Of course, he actually said the G and the D, but since I already used some asteriks earlier in the day on one post, I thought you’d get the idea.
Therein endeth the story, leaving you and I both to hope that the Prozac kicks in here soon.
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