Batteries, sun-dried tomato sauce, shrimp, blueberries and raspberries. (Phew!)
Oh wait no that was mine.
He always did have a sense of humor.
And so. I was heading down the milk aisle when I did a double take and stopped to say hi. Totally out of context (and did he even know I was about as tall as him when we’re both standing?) he was lost for a split second (it’s been a year, but it’s been 25 years) and then he stopped, too. Richard was coming right up behind me just then after looking for something else, his wife was right behind him, and so we got to introduce each other all around.
But the funny part was right off the bat when he put on this fake-panic voice and exclaimed, “Don’t look in my cart!”
Laughing, I assured him I hadn’t, and actually the only thing I did see over his shoulder was baby spinach which reminded me we needed baby spinach so I sent Richard to get some after that little meet-up.
But as we got to the far end of the aisle with them out of sight going the opposite direction, Richard turned to me, not quite remembering, wondering, it having been twenty years since he’d seen the guy, “C’est qui?” (Who was that?)
“My cardiologist.”
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