2009 turned out to be a lazy year for me...blog-wise, that is. Oh, sure...I still wrote a lot...but the time I spent writing was on facebook, and not on blogger. Bad me, bad me. As someone who loves to write (who lives to write), it is certainly a good thing that I don't write to live or I'd be in mas trouble.
As I look back at 2009 I think "Whew! I made it!" Not that it was a horrible year, but it definitely had it's moments. There are some things that happened in 2009 that I hope NEVER to have happen again. As I close out this year, I can say that the past few months have been an improvement (with the exception of the death of our beloved dog, Luke) over what came earlier in the year.
The highlights of this year included:
My 20th Wedding Anniversary with Sherry and our trip to Springfield, with stops along the way. We spent several days in Strafford and got to visit with some old friends we hadn't seen in ages, as well as visiting spots we hadn't seen in years. The boys had fun playing on my elementary school playground and we really enjoyed the Precious Moments Chapel and Museum and George Washington Carver's Museum too. It was nice.
The Weather was amazing this year! Spring lasted most of the summer and this is the first year I ever remember where we had green grass the entire year and I ended up mowing until November.
Luke's last day with us sounds like it would be a sad one, and it was one of the saddest days of my life, however... For mid-November, we had more of the amazing Spring-like weather with temps in the mid-seventies. It was a beautiful day and we had a nice road trip with Luke and Socks. The ending was sad, but I hope my last day is as beautiful as Luke's was.
This fall we took another trip to Springfield to say "SEE YA" to Sherry's Cousin, Tim, who went to fight the war in Afghanistan. It was a bittersweet time, but was nice to reconnect with some of Sherry's family that we don't see often enough. It also gave us a chance to renew our hope and faith in our fighting forces and give well wishes to a soldier that we actually know. WE ARE SO PROUD OF YOU, TIM, COME HOME SOON!
Dustin's grades improved in school and his talent as a musician continued to grow. I'm also proud of Dustin's computer skills. He's VERY bright with computer related topics and is turning into a decent writer and photographer... I'd like to say that the writing and photography part are hereditary. Dustin is a funny kid with a good sense of humor and his Dad's great looking, curly hair. (I hope he holds onto it longer than I did!)
Jared's skills as an athlete continue to amaze me. There are a lot of good athletes on both sides of mine and Sherry's families, and although neither Sherry or I are great athletes, we seem to have carried the gene. Jared pitched a near no-hitter, (He gave up no hits at all in the innings he pitched but the pitcher who relieved him in the last inning gave up three runs), became a good little Catcher, and was great at laying down bunts for his team, THE BULLS. He also had a very solid run in basketball last season and so far this season, THE TIMBERWOLVES are undefeated! Jared is a straight-A student at school and although he's ornery...he's not all that bad...
Sherry continues to grow more beautiful with each year that I spend with her. She's smart, funny and talented...as well as being very tolerant of me and all of my silliness. I thank God every day for the gift that she is to me.
Kevin...
With the loss of Luke we felt an enormous hole in our lives and in our hearts. Socks felt it as well and began to show some pretty serious signs of depression. So for Christmas this year, we adopted a lovable yellow lab named "Kevin," who has been a fun, amazing addition to our family.
Socks...
The best dog anyone could ask for. Huggable, lovable, loyal and sweet...she took Luke's death pretty hard, but took in Kevin with open paws. After only two weeks together they seem like they've been together forever. She plays Mom to him and isn't afraid to warn him if he gets too goofy, but will also join in on the fun if she's in the mood to play with him in the snow. I wouldn't take a million dollars for Socks...she's priceless.
I won't even go into the bad parts of this past year. It was the usual stuff... car troubles, finances, teenage angst and growing pains. Health issues, parental worries and worries about our parents too as they grow older...All in all, it could have been worse.
And me... I hope to lose some weight and write more. Those are pretty easy goals... I think I can do it.
2009 was the usual mix of "The Best of times and worst of times."
When I wake up tomorrow it will be 2010 and I'll get to start all over again!
Happy New Year to all of you and may God bless you in the New Year!
David
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Needful Things
There are few things in life that we need...
Food
Water
Clothing
Shelter
A solid relationship with God
Family
Friends
A good dog...
(not necessarily in that order)
I'm probably forgetting something, but recently my Wife, Sherry and I had the discussion about "Needing" another dog. If you've followed my blog or if you know me, you've read or heard about my dog, Luke who was one of the best dogs I've ever had the privilege of sharing this planet with.
When Luke was first diagnosed with Cancer nearly three years ago, the Vet said that we "needed" to get another dog. His thinking was that it would help Luke deal with his cancer, and it would help our boys deal with the loss once Luke's time came.
As it turns out, he could not have been more correct. After we found out about Luke's illness, my friend, Jennifer, approached me one day and said that her good friend was having to part with her two dogs due to the dissolution of her marriage. Jennifer then sent me an e-mail from her friend asking if anyone would be interested in taking either her golden retriever, or her lab-shepherd mix, because she could no longer care for them.
I was intrigued by the retriever, but in the picture that was included with the email, my eyes immediately were drawn to the black and tan, German Shepherd looking dog. She was a beauty! I forwarded the email to my Wife and we discussed it at home with the boys. They saw the picture and were both interested in the retriever.
I called Jennifer's friend, and she said that she already had someone that wanted the retriever, but if we wanted to come look at "Socks" we could. We all agreed that we'd go meet with Socks the next day. I was skeptical of the German Shepherd part of the mix, because I knew that their breed can sometimes be aggressive, however, I secretly hoped that the Lab part of her would be the dominant part of her personality.
Our Sons, Dustin and Jared were eager to meet Socks and so I instructed them on how to behave. Especially in Jared's case. Jared loves dogs and is known to throw his arms around them and hug them right to the ground. So I warned him specifically to just stand there with his hand out and let Socks come to him. I told Sherry that how the dog reacted to Jared would be the determining factor as to whether we'd take her home or not.
We walked into the house and there she was. Shiny black coat and sparkling eyes. She immediately ran to Jared, and because he's short, she was able to slather his face with kisses. Within moments he was on the floor and they were playing together.
We told the lady that we would call her the next day to let her know our decision, but that we thought we were interested. As I got into the van I asked the boys what they thought. They both agreed that they liked Socks a lot... I turned to Sherry and said "We're stupid if we don't take this dog!"
Later that afternoon, we called Sock's owner and told them we'd like to have her. She asked if it was okay if she drove her to our house so that she could meet Luke and see what Sock's new living arrangements would be. I readily agreed and thought that it would be good for Luke to meet Socks and her family too.
Luke could be a handful, but he was the most affable dog ever, never meeting a dog he didn't like. When Socks arrived it was like "Old Home Week." With both dogs licking, sniffing and chasing each other around. (Well, as much as Luke could chase in his condition.) Sock's owner was sad to say goodbye, but happy that Socks would have a good family and a good playmate in Luke.
Truth be told, Luke "needed" Socks. Socks turned out to be a lifesaver for Luke and I honestly believe that she is what kept him alive nearly two years past his expected "Expiration date" that the Doctors had given him.
Socks is, according to my Father-in-Law, the most peaceful dog he's ever seen. He's right too...although she looks imposing through the front window of our home as she barks at passers-by, she'd be more likely to lick them to death than to hurt them. This isn't to say she's not protective, but she's a big baby in most cases.
Socks cannot survive without a human's touch. She can't just be near you...she has to be touched. She'll lick you, nudge you, flop into your lap...you name it. I've often awakened from naps to find her head on Sherry's pillow, and her nose pressed against my nose. You can look into her eyes and see the love that she feels for you.
As much as Luke needed her, she needed him as well. When he died last month, she went into a deep depression. She still perked up when we played with her and still wanted to be near to us, but even more so than in the past. She took to staying by herself more and more and seemed restless and tired. You could tell she missed Luke. She even adopted some strange behaviors that she'd never had before that caused us to worry about her some.
Then the boys, who I knew were sad about losing Luke, started mentioning that they wanted another dog. I, of course, said "No" rather emphatically. Sherry said no too. It was too soon....we didn't want to replace Luke. Jared even put at the top of his Christmas list that he wanted a new puppy...not for him, but for Socks. I asked him why and he said "She's just so sad." I could see that too, but never thought that a dog, could "need" another dog...even though I'd seen it myself when Luke was sick and he "needed" Socks.
A few weeks after Luke died, I started looking at dog ads. I don't know why, really. I never had the intention of getting another dog. One day I spotted a few ads for free dogs...some of them were even yellow labs. One dog, specifically, looked just like Luke. I showed Sherry the ad...it kind of bothered her to think of getting a dog that looked so much like Luke...but I was interested, so I called the dog's owner.
After several days and a couple of left messages, the man called me back. The dog had been given away.
"Sigh." I looked at a few other ads...Sherry was interested in a full-blooded, full-grown collie...but it too, was taken. We found some black lab puppies listed and called on them, as well as an ad for a two year old yellow lab who didn't really look that much like Luke at all.
We made appointments to see them both on Sherry's birthday and then concocted a story to fool the boys into thinking we were going to see some old college friends of mine. "Do they have kids?" Jared asked.
"Three," I answered, not bothering to tell him that they had three Labrador Retrievers.
When we reached the home of my "College" friends, they led us through the house and told us that their "Kids" were out in the yard. When they opened the door, in poured three, full-sized Labs...two chocolate ones and one yellow (almost white) Lab.
Dustin smiled at me as if to ask "What's going on here?"
"Guys," I said to the boys, "Your Mom and I were thinking that you might want to meet this yellow guy...cause he needs a new home.
"For real?" Jared asked. I laughed and told them that we'd made an appointment for that afternoon to go see some little six-week old, black labs, so that they had some serious choices to make. I told them while the puppies might be cuter, that the older yellow lab, would be more practical.
We visited and played for a bit and told the owners that we'd call them back and let them know. They were a nice, elderly couple who Dustin had trouble believing that I'd gone to college with...(Ha!) That afternoon we saw the black lab pups, who were cute, cuddly little butterballs, but didn't seem to hold as much interest for the boys.
To the boys credit, they chose the older, yellow lab...who had his shots and had been neutered, which financially was a big selling point for me.
One week later, we went to pick up "Kevin" (as the boys named him...causing much laughter). Socks greeted him enthusiastically and now, one week after he arrived at our home, they've become best buddies...racing through the snow together, playing with each other's toys and even sharing the same waterbowl.
It quickly became apparent that Socks had needed something...and that something was Kevin. We too, had a hole in our lives since Luke had passed, and although it had only been a month, it was hurting us all to have him gone.
Although Kevin isn't a replacement for Luke, he's a new Friend that we've taken in. Kevin has quickly won us over with his youthful playfulness and his calm demeanor. He's a great companion for Socks and follows each of us around from room to room, just wanting to be near. I think he needed us too.
I know sometimes things come along and you have to ask yourself "Do I really need that?" In Kevin's case and in Sock's case too, I'd have to say "Yes.."
Food
Water
Clothing
Shelter
A solid relationship with God
Family
Friends
A good dog...
(not necessarily in that order)
I'm probably forgetting something, but recently my Wife, Sherry and I had the discussion about "Needing" another dog. If you've followed my blog or if you know me, you've read or heard about my dog, Luke who was one of the best dogs I've ever had the privilege of sharing this planet with.
When Luke was first diagnosed with Cancer nearly three years ago, the Vet said that we "needed" to get another dog. His thinking was that it would help Luke deal with his cancer, and it would help our boys deal with the loss once Luke's time came.
As it turns out, he could not have been more correct. After we found out about Luke's illness, my friend, Jennifer, approached me one day and said that her good friend was having to part with her two dogs due to the dissolution of her marriage. Jennifer then sent me an e-mail from her friend asking if anyone would be interested in taking either her golden retriever, or her lab-shepherd mix, because she could no longer care for them.
I was intrigued by the retriever, but in the picture that was included with the email, my eyes immediately were drawn to the black and tan, German Shepherd looking dog. She was a beauty! I forwarded the email to my Wife and we discussed it at home with the boys. They saw the picture and were both interested in the retriever.
I called Jennifer's friend, and she said that she already had someone that wanted the retriever, but if we wanted to come look at "Socks" we could. We all agreed that we'd go meet with Socks the next day. I was skeptical of the German Shepherd part of the mix, because I knew that their breed can sometimes be aggressive, however, I secretly hoped that the Lab part of her would be the dominant part of her personality.
Our Sons, Dustin and Jared were eager to meet Socks and so I instructed them on how to behave. Especially in Jared's case. Jared loves dogs and is known to throw his arms around them and hug them right to the ground. So I warned him specifically to just stand there with his hand out and let Socks come to him. I told Sherry that how the dog reacted to Jared would be the determining factor as to whether we'd take her home or not.
We walked into the house and there she was. Shiny black coat and sparkling eyes. She immediately ran to Jared, and because he's short, she was able to slather his face with kisses. Within moments he was on the floor and they were playing together.
We told the lady that we would call her the next day to let her know our decision, but that we thought we were interested. As I got into the van I asked the boys what they thought. They both agreed that they liked Socks a lot... I turned to Sherry and said "We're stupid if we don't take this dog!"
Later that afternoon, we called Sock's owner and told them we'd like to have her. She asked if it was okay if she drove her to our house so that she could meet Luke and see what Sock's new living arrangements would be. I readily agreed and thought that it would be good for Luke to meet Socks and her family too.
Luke could be a handful, but he was the most affable dog ever, never meeting a dog he didn't like. When Socks arrived it was like "Old Home Week." With both dogs licking, sniffing and chasing each other around. (Well, as much as Luke could chase in his condition.) Sock's owner was sad to say goodbye, but happy that Socks would have a good family and a good playmate in Luke.
Truth be told, Luke "needed" Socks. Socks turned out to be a lifesaver for Luke and I honestly believe that she is what kept him alive nearly two years past his expected "Expiration date" that the Doctors had given him.
Socks is, according to my Father-in-Law, the most peaceful dog he's ever seen. He's right too...although she looks imposing through the front window of our home as she barks at passers-by, she'd be more likely to lick them to death than to hurt them. This isn't to say she's not protective, but she's a big baby in most cases.
Socks cannot survive without a human's touch. She can't just be near you...she has to be touched. She'll lick you, nudge you, flop into your lap...you name it. I've often awakened from naps to find her head on Sherry's pillow, and her nose pressed against my nose. You can look into her eyes and see the love that she feels for you.
As much as Luke needed her, she needed him as well. When he died last month, she went into a deep depression. She still perked up when we played with her and still wanted to be near to us, but even more so than in the past. She took to staying by herself more and more and seemed restless and tired. You could tell she missed Luke. She even adopted some strange behaviors that she'd never had before that caused us to worry about her some.
Then the boys, who I knew were sad about losing Luke, started mentioning that they wanted another dog. I, of course, said "No" rather emphatically. Sherry said no too. It was too soon....we didn't want to replace Luke. Jared even put at the top of his Christmas list that he wanted a new puppy...not for him, but for Socks. I asked him why and he said "She's just so sad." I could see that too, but never thought that a dog, could "need" another dog...even though I'd seen it myself when Luke was sick and he "needed" Socks.
A few weeks after Luke died, I started looking at dog ads. I don't know why, really. I never had the intention of getting another dog. One day I spotted a few ads for free dogs...some of them were even yellow labs. One dog, specifically, looked just like Luke. I showed Sherry the ad...it kind of bothered her to think of getting a dog that looked so much like Luke...but I was interested, so I called the dog's owner.
After several days and a couple of left messages, the man called me back. The dog had been given away.
"Sigh." I looked at a few other ads...Sherry was interested in a full-blooded, full-grown collie...but it too, was taken. We found some black lab puppies listed and called on them, as well as an ad for a two year old yellow lab who didn't really look that much like Luke at all.
We made appointments to see them both on Sherry's birthday and then concocted a story to fool the boys into thinking we were going to see some old college friends of mine. "Do they have kids?" Jared asked.
"Three," I answered, not bothering to tell him that they had three Labrador Retrievers.
When we reached the home of my "College" friends, they led us through the house and told us that their "Kids" were out in the yard. When they opened the door, in poured three, full-sized Labs...two chocolate ones and one yellow (almost white) Lab.
Dustin smiled at me as if to ask "What's going on here?"
"Guys," I said to the boys, "Your Mom and I were thinking that you might want to meet this yellow guy...cause he needs a new home.
"For real?" Jared asked. I laughed and told them that we'd made an appointment for that afternoon to go see some little six-week old, black labs, so that they had some serious choices to make. I told them while the puppies might be cuter, that the older yellow lab, would be more practical.
We visited and played for a bit and told the owners that we'd call them back and let them know. They were a nice, elderly couple who Dustin had trouble believing that I'd gone to college with...(Ha!) That afternoon we saw the black lab pups, who were cute, cuddly little butterballs, but didn't seem to hold as much interest for the boys.
To the boys credit, they chose the older, yellow lab...who had his shots and had been neutered, which financially was a big selling point for me.
One week later, we went to pick up "Kevin" (as the boys named him...causing much laughter). Socks greeted him enthusiastically and now, one week after he arrived at our home, they've become best buddies...racing through the snow together, playing with each other's toys and even sharing the same waterbowl.
It quickly became apparent that Socks had needed something...and that something was Kevin. We too, had a hole in our lives since Luke had passed, and although it had only been a month, it was hurting us all to have him gone.
Although Kevin isn't a replacement for Luke, he's a new Friend that we've taken in. Kevin has quickly won us over with his youthful playfulness and his calm demeanor. He's a great companion for Socks and follows each of us around from room to room, just wanting to be near. I think he needed us too.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
How I was almost seduced into buying a ragweed filled heating pad
Don't go shopping this Christmas. It isn't safe...
I always thought Christmas shopping was harmless, miserable and time-consuming until yesterday, when I was nearly molested by a saleswoman at a kiosk in the Mall.
The day started out simply enough. I would work until 12:30 and then take off to do some Christmas shopping. Dustin was home and decided he would go too, which of course totally eliminated me from picking up anything for him during my excursion. We arrived at the mall and circled the lot for about half a day, looking for a parking space that would seemingly never appear.
(This is the equivalent of a child waiting for Christmas...."Is it here yet? Is it here yet?")
Our main goal for this journey was to find several bottles of body lotion that Sherry likes that are sold exclusively at a garish, black and pink, boudoir themed store that we'll call (for legal reasons)
"Vicky's undisclosed information."
What seemed like a perfectly easy task, quickly turned into a nightmare of unwanted advances and unbridled embarrassment. How could I have known that lurking beneath the garish glow of the neon lighted mallway was a Pakistani Princess/slash/sex-pot saleswoman with wares to peddle to unsuspecting men.
"Hey," a sultry accented voice called out to me. "I vant to show yous someting." The voice said. Suddenly, a woman clad in cleavage-baring black stepped in front of me. "You buy dis from me, yez?" She asked.
"What...." I began.
She suddenly whipped out a floral printed microwavable heating pad and slung it around my neck.
"Oooof!" I said.
"Vat do yous smell?" The saleslady asked as she batted her long lashes at me from beneath her curly mop of hair, all the while pushing her comely endowments into my chest. I fought to keep eye contact and made an effort to look anywhere but down.
"I don't know..." I started, "It smells like herbs or something."
"Yous like dis smell?" She asked.
"Uh, it's okay, I guess" I said.
She pulled out a list of ingredients that were contained in this tea-smelling concoction and rattled them off in her husky, ethnic tones.
"Yous like dis smell?" She said, shoving a small bean bag shaped heating pad into my nose.
"It smells like grass." I said
"Yez, it's errrbs and spizes" She said and then added "Yous have luwer bag pain?"
"Lower BACK pain?" I asked.
"This being what I have said" She said.
She reached over to a shelf in her kiosk and then flung her arms around me pulling me close.
I looked at Dustin who wore a mix of embarrassed amusement on his face.
She finished fastening a heating pad around me and I soon began to sweat from the heating pad combo I was wearing on back and neck.
"Wow, I'm hot" I said. She smiled and batted her eyelashes.
"Yous buy dis now?" She asked.
"I don't think so" I said.
"Try dis" she said and motioned for me to take off my glasses.
She then rubbed an ice version of the pad on my closed eyes, and I must admit that I did find it soothing. Plus, it didn't smell like a barn loft full of hay.
Dustin looked like he wanted to laugh.
"Here, Dustin, You try it" I said, motioning to Dustin. She rubbed the pads on his eyes too, although he seemed unimpressed at the ice pads.
I moved to unfasten the heating pads strapped to me and the Pakistani Princess moved as if to impale me with her chest once again. I took a quick step back and removed the heating pads.
"You buy dis for yer Vife?" She asked.
"I'd have to ask her." I answered.
"You zurprize her and buy now." She said, almost demanding my cooperation.
"No, I don't think so" I said, sounding tougher than I meant to, but really wanting to get far away from her.
"Okay" she said. "Have good day." She took the pads from my hands and turned away quickly.
"Huh..." I said to no one in particular. Dustin and I quickly stepped in to our destination store and began to look for lotions.
"She was totally flirting with you, Dad" Dustin said.
"She was just trying too hard to make a sale."
"Were you embarrassed?" He asked.
"Well, I've never wanted to be so far away from breasts in my life!" I answered.
"Dad!" Dustin exclaimed.
I told Sherry about it when we got home and we both had a good laugh about it. Later that evening, while Sherry and I were shopping we saw the woman again. She was in the middle of grabbing a man by the sleeve as we passed her little stand.
"Hey!" She said to the man, "I vant to show yous someting." As I looked his way I could see the fear in his eyes.
I always thought Christmas shopping was harmless, miserable and time-consuming until yesterday, when I was nearly molested by a saleswoman at a kiosk in the Mall.
The day started out simply enough. I would work until 12:30 and then take off to do some Christmas shopping. Dustin was home and decided he would go too, which of course totally eliminated me from picking up anything for him during my excursion. We arrived at the mall and circled the lot for about half a day, looking for a parking space that would seemingly never appear.
(This is the equivalent of a child waiting for Christmas...."Is it here yet? Is it here yet?")
Our main goal for this journey was to find several bottles of body lotion that Sherry likes that are sold exclusively at a garish, black and pink, boudoir themed store that we'll call (for legal reasons)
"Vicky's undisclosed information."
What seemed like a perfectly easy task, quickly turned into a nightmare of unwanted advances and unbridled embarrassment. How could I have known that lurking beneath the garish glow of the neon lighted mallway was a Pakistani Princess/slash/sex-pot saleswoman with wares to peddle to unsuspecting men.
"Hey," a sultry accented voice called out to me. "I vant to show yous someting." The voice said. Suddenly, a woman clad in cleavage-baring black stepped in front of me. "You buy dis from me, yez?" She asked.
"What...." I began.
She suddenly whipped out a floral printed microwavable heating pad and slung it around my neck.
"Oooof!" I said.
"Vat do yous smell?" The saleslady asked as she batted her long lashes at me from beneath her curly mop of hair, all the while pushing her comely endowments into my chest. I fought to keep eye contact and made an effort to look anywhere but down.
"I don't know..." I started, "It smells like herbs or something."
"Yous like dis smell?" She asked.
"Uh, it's okay, I guess" I said.
She pulled out a list of ingredients that were contained in this tea-smelling concoction and rattled them off in her husky, ethnic tones.
"Yous like dis smell?" She said, shoving a small bean bag shaped heating pad into my nose.
"It smells like grass." I said
"Yez, it's errrbs and spizes" She said and then added "Yous have luwer bag pain?"
"Lower BACK pain?" I asked.
"This being what I have said" She said.
She reached over to a shelf in her kiosk and then flung her arms around me pulling me close.
I looked at Dustin who wore a mix of embarrassed amusement on his face.
She finished fastening a heating pad around me and I soon began to sweat from the heating pad combo I was wearing on back and neck.
"Wow, I'm hot" I said. She smiled and batted her eyelashes.
"Yous buy dis now?" She asked.
"I don't think so" I said.
"Try dis" she said and motioned for me to take off my glasses.
She then rubbed an ice version of the pad on my closed eyes, and I must admit that I did find it soothing. Plus, it didn't smell like a barn loft full of hay.
Dustin looked like he wanted to laugh.
"Here, Dustin, You try it" I said, motioning to Dustin. She rubbed the pads on his eyes too, although he seemed unimpressed at the ice pads.
I moved to unfasten the heating pads strapped to me and the Pakistani Princess moved as if to impale me with her chest once again. I took a quick step back and removed the heating pads.
"You buy dis for yer Vife?" She asked.
"I'd have to ask her." I answered.
"You zurprize her and buy now." She said, almost demanding my cooperation.
"No, I don't think so" I said, sounding tougher than I meant to, but really wanting to get far away from her.
"Okay" she said. "Have good day." She took the pads from my hands and turned away quickly.
"Huh..." I said to no one in particular. Dustin and I quickly stepped in to our destination store and began to look for lotions.
"She was totally flirting with you, Dad" Dustin said.
"She was just trying too hard to make a sale."
"Were you embarrassed?" He asked.
"Well, I've never wanted to be so far away from breasts in my life!" I answered.
"Dad!" Dustin exclaimed.
I told Sherry about it when we got home and we both had a good laugh about it. Later that evening, while Sherry and I were shopping we saw the woman again. She was in the middle of grabbing a man by the sleeve as we passed her little stand.
"Hey!" She said to the man, "I vant to show yous someting." As I looked his way I could see the fear in his eyes.
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