My mom still wasn't done by the time I came back to the office, so I hung out for a bit, watching WBRE's PA Live! and hoping to see if they ran the right episode of the Blog of the Week. (My segment either ran early, late, or not at all.) When she was finally done, we had to run across town to a pharmacy to get a prescription filled - an errand that turned into an hour-long ordeal. Finally, upon getting home, I realized I should run out and top off the gas tank in preparation for the expected monster snowstorm the next day.
At long last I was done. I unloaded the car and carried the groceries into the house. My mom asked how much the potatoes were. I pulled out the receipt and checked. "$5.99," I reported, "minus sixty cents for my SENIOR DISCOUNT!"
|I know my beard and mustache have gone grey, but do I really look that old?|