Thursday, July 31, 2008

Not Fair To Ask Us What Its Got In Its Nasty Little Pocket

The other day my wife and I were driving home. We saw a guy running up the street in the sweltering summer heat.

My wife said, "Look at that guy. He's wearing cargo pants and all of his pockets are stuffed completely full. What could he be carrying that every pocket on his cargo pants is stuffed so full?"

I said, "Maybe he's carrying a dry shirt for when he's done running down State Street."

It was a strange conversation but stranger yet is that after moments like these I look at her and think, "Yeah, I can talk to this girl till I'm 95.


Ward-a-Loo's said...

aaahh... that's precious. yes, preciousssss.


Native Minnow said...

The rest of us should be so lucky