This evening, Biggy and Lo went to a Hawk's game and Jack had Judo, so I was in no big rush to get home after work to unload the dishwasher or see what the dogs dragged out of the trash. I stopped off at Marshall's, hoping they had some twelve-dollar dresses. They didn't, so I drifted back to the lingerie department, searching for two-dollar underpants. As I browsed through the racks, I saw a woman on the other side, making her way through the clearance negligees. I could have told her she'd find nothing but Hello Kitty flannel pajamas and XXL red teddies left over from Valentine's Day, because I'd checked it out before my trip, but anyway her phone rang and I heard her say, "I'm at the grocery store."
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Hee, hee. Maybe she was on her way to the grocery store.....
I do that all the time. Sometimes I just don't feel like telling people exactly where I am and exactly what I'm doing.
In that case, Collin, I'm sure you're more creative than 'grocery store.'
Shall we riff on the possibilities?
Maybe she didn't want to say "I'm lookin' at cheap-ass underwear at Marshall's".
The Stories (The Truth)
Hi, can I call you back, I'm having dinner with friends at Chops (Krystal drive-thru)
Oh, I'll have to call you back, they just called for first class boarding on my Air France flight (coach to New Jersey)
Let me call you right back, I'm just putting clothes in the dryer (I'm sitting on the toilet with massive diarrhea)
No, mom, you didn't wake me up (the strange guy in bed did)
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