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.