True Story.
This all started on a normal day that can't be discerned from any other day in my life. I had recently returned home from work and Tonya had recently cleaned out the litter box. This completed task meant that one of my cats, signs point to the fat one, had finished his quest of ridding himself of the waste left over from a diet that has a higher calorie count than my own. In more simple words, kittie had to poop. Any kittie poop left alone for more than five seconds can ruin an entire week.
So, Tonya, being the great saint that she is, was right on top of things and had a bag full o' a big suprise waiting for me to take out to the outside trash can. Of course, I enthusiastically set off to finish a job that is really more like a hobby of mine. But wait, there was one more thing that Tonya asked of me.
"Do you mind returning this mexican salad kit back to Albertson's? I just bought it yesterday and all of the lettuce in it is bad."
This was no problem to me at all, and within an instant I had both hands occupied. One contained the bag full of evil salad, the other the bag of kittie delight. Tonya, like always, had a few last words to get out as I made my way through the door.
"Don't forget to throw away the cat poop, and don't just pay for a new salad. Make them let you exchange it. I'm not paying for that crap again."
Once again, no problem for me. I approached the garbage can, threw in the bag. I approached my car, opened the door, threw in the other bag and I was off.
Let's take a quick jump through time here and fastforward to me standing in line at the self checkout waiting to pay for a new mexican salad kit. Now, if one who knew all about the situation were to see me paying for this salad they might think me a coward, or one who didn't do what his loving wife asked of him. None of this was true. For me to prove this we must once again take a short trip through time and travel back to a moment that rests between me leaving the house and me arriving at Albertson's. It was during that time that I noticed a rather strong and, unfortunately, familiar smell. This horrendous smell brought back memories of earlier when I had discarded one of the bags in the outside trashcan.
I guess the point of this story, or in other words, the short version of this story would be that I drove to Albertson's with a bag of cat poop in my car.
So, Tonya, being the great saint that she is, was right on top of things and had a bag full o' a big suprise waiting for me to take out to the outside trash can. Of course, I enthusiastically set off to finish a job that is really more like a hobby of mine. But wait, there was one more thing that Tonya asked of me.
"Do you mind returning this mexican salad kit back to Albertson's? I just bought it yesterday and all of the lettuce in it is bad."
This was no problem to me at all, and within an instant I had both hands occupied. One contained the bag full of evil salad, the other the bag of kittie delight. Tonya, like always, had a few last words to get out as I made my way through the door.
"Don't forget to throw away the cat poop, and don't just pay for a new salad. Make them let you exchange it. I'm not paying for that crap again."
Once again, no problem for me. I approached the garbage can, threw in the bag. I approached my car, opened the door, threw in the other bag and I was off.
Let's take a quick jump through time here and fastforward to me standing in line at the self checkout waiting to pay for a new mexican salad kit. Now, if one who knew all about the situation were to see me paying for this salad they might think me a coward, or one who didn't do what his loving wife asked of him. None of this was true. For me to prove this we must once again take a short trip through time and travel back to a moment that rests between me leaving the house and me arriving at Albertson's. It was during that time that I noticed a rather strong and, unfortunately, familiar smell. This horrendous smell brought back memories of earlier when I had discarded one of the bags in the outside trashcan.
I guess the point of this story, or in other words, the short version of this story would be that I drove to Albertson's with a bag of cat poop in my car.