I have to admit that I am not the world’s most observant person, but lately some things have had me sitting up and taking notice. Saturday the hubby and I went to do a few errands. Walking into a hardware store, I couldn’t help but notice a gentleman standing across the aisle. Whispering to hubby, I made the comment “Look at that guy’s hair. It looks like someone sneaked up on him with a leaf blower and gave it the what for!” I really couldn’t believe it. His hair was shooting straight out the front and standing on end. Now I know that this was not his “fashion statement”, because this guy was at least fifty five, and I got the impression that he had just rolled out of the fart sack.
Hubby: “That guy isn’t married.”
Me: “How do you know?”
Hubby: “I can just tell.”
Me: “Ok, enlighten me … what makes you think he is single at his age?”
Hubby: “For one thing, look what he’s wearing.”
I take a good look and see that he’s wearing checkered pajama bottoms. On closer inspection, I see that he’s not wearing shoes, but rather “mandals” (the male equivalent of sandals), and he has no socks on either! Its five degrees outside and lightly snowing, where does he think he is going …to the beach! Hmmm, that could be a little chilly for this time of year. I give him the once over and notice that he’s also unshaven. How much of a hurry do you have to be in before you forget to dress when you go out?????
Me: “Is it just me, or are the clothing standards going down hill?”
Hubby: “See what I mean about him not being married?”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Hubby: “I can tell, because no wife in her right mind, would let him out of the house dressed like that.”
Me: “You’re right! Thank goodness we’re not like that!”
Hubby’s slightly ahead of me as we walk out of the store, and I hear giggling from behind us. I sneek a peek over at hubby, and then reach out and discreetly pick the big white sock off the back of his jacket. I gotta get better dryer sheets.
Sigh…It always comes back to bite ya, doesn’t it?
Author Val Enders resides in Spruce Grove, Alberta. She married her high school sweetheart, Richard, and they’ve been together for over 40 years. Val doesn’t consider herself a writer by profession, rather she writes more for her own enjoyment. An accomplished artist, Val’s a member of the Allied Arts Council of Spruce Grove. Visit Val’s “Journey Into Art” website at www.vals.webs.com
I love your ramblings, I’ve started to look for them now, maybe i’m just getting to that age.
keep up the good work
tata the noo
Hi There Hoolet
I’m glad you are enjoying the writings although you are correct with the term “ramblings”! I’m sure glad that no one around me can read my mind because that would be disasterous. Hey! you just gave me an idea for my next rant!!! Sure doesn’t take much to set me off does it? hahah 🙂 .That noggin just won’t shut up so may as well get it down on paper… cheaper than a psychiatrist!
Have a great day!
I also like your ‘ramblings’ (writing) Val. Maybe everyone can read your mind, it’s just that none of them know how to translate ‘Val Thoughts’. If people could read my thoughts, a whole lot of dirty magazines would go out of business, because why pay for what you can get for free? And, I’d end up in jail for ‘the thoughts’ I have about certain elected officials.
You’re a talented and entertaining writer, and I sure appreciate you sharing your gift with us.
Awww… thanks for the sweet comments Will.. I must have missed them earlier.. I appreciate your kind words and they mean a lot coming from you!