Yesterday I started my day around five. My hands were giving me fits so I thought I might just as well be up as laying in bed in pain. So I made a couple eggs and some sausage, and some toast with marmite. My doctor showed up for a urine specimen, I still don’t know if he needed it from me or needed to pass a drug screening. Anyhow I gave that to him and Partner and I headed out in search of gun shops. We did the usual run through Westforths and Blythes, and ended up at cabelas, but not before we stopped for lunch, whcih consisted of MORE eggs, and bacon, and coffee, and other assorted nastiness.

SO when we walked into cabelas I floated an air biscuit by the (at that time, empty) cash registers, that blistered the paint on the counters, and made the formica change color.

And then we shopped. I think all I bought was a cleaning jag correctly sized for the Backhoe. Anyway, on the way out, I’m waiting to check out while Partner searches for some assorted nuts (large selection at Cabelas) and I hang another butt muffin in front of the same counter (Which is now populated). Partner walks up, supressing the urge to retch, and says “nice hang time”

I point out this is new, not used, and he watches as the counter girl attempts (unsuccessfully) to conceal her disgust, and the customers ahead of us, for the first time in their miserable lives, actually make a more than middling attempt to get their purchases and cash ready at the same time. While gasping for oxygen.

Outside the door, Partner pointed out that this was gonna teach those bastards to lollygag in line. I remarked that they probably had the Gag part right down.