Ouch, my ankle!
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Since the county fair starts next week and since I actually plan on entering a few photos in their photo contest, that means I have to go in to town to buy some stuff to matte the pictures with. Since today is Sunday and since it’s after noon, I expect that means that every senior citizen in the county is going to be shopping with America’s largest retailer.
I don’t have anything against the elderly - I plan on being one of them eventually - but I would like to know why it is that any time someone has a senior moment and has to take a few minutes to stand motionless and get their bearings, why do they have to do this in front of me? Why can’t it ever happen to the elderly gentleman behind me who’s already run into the back of my left ankle twice with his portable oxygen concentrator - or whatever you call those big oxygen tanks some people carry around?
As a bonus for putting up with my rambling, here’s a preview of what I’m entering in that photo contest:
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