Sunday, December 2, 2012

Show biz

I was paying out at our small, locally owned drug store when a blind guy and his dog came in.

“And who is at the cash register today?” he grinned.

“Hey, Tom,” the young woman replied with a knowing tone that soaked those two words. “Hey, Tom.”

As she counted my change, she asked, “Would you like one of our calendars? They’re free.”

Of course I would.

“Can I have a calendar?” Tom asked, still grinning.

“Now, Tom,” she said, “What in the hell are you going to do with a calendar?”

This was not a new routine for the two of them. He does the set up and she knocks it out of the park. They were still enjoying their joke as I left. Small town razzle dazzle.

And when was the last time your drug store gave you a free calendar? A real, genuine Norman Rockwell calendar.



4 comments:

The South Plainsman said...

Small town living is the best.

sph said...

Don't see this so much in Burnet anymore. But they know our names when we walk in and still lots of hugs for the Fuzzy Face. Hard to believe I have lived here 13 years!

Anonymous said...

sweet story

Tim O'Keefe said...

Hey George - Outta the blue, but have you read Stephen King's book about the Kennedy Assassination? Fiction, of course. Time travel, etc. It's called 11/22/63.

Nice to have moved to Mayberry, huh?

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