The Stories We Tell
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."