Today is Wednesday. It is the day that all us elderly folks leave our rocking chairs, beds, shuffleboards, etc and converge on supermarkets such as Krogers and Publix that offer 5% discount to senior citizens on Wednesdays.
I developed an art of presenting my coupons. The trick is to present the coupons after they have rang up your 5% discount. Otherwise, they will ring deduct your coupons and take the 5% off the net total instead of the gross total. In fact, some company-minded cashiers ask are you sure you don’t have any coupons. Then, after the coupons are deducted you can say “Oh yeah! I forgot about my coupons!” and watch her steam.
But today went good, the 5% was scraped off the top, not down after the coupons.
The weather was very nice with just a slight cool breeze.
And at Krogers I got see the brothers Twiddle-Dee and Twiddle-Dum. I haven’t seen them in months.
They are in their early 20s and I have seen no visible signs of a job. They must get some kind of social security or disability income and squander in their late grandparents’ home.
Today, as always, they had on their Desert Storm fatigues with their pants tucked very militarily into their black boots. Their dress berets were tilted just right.
When I got out of the truck in the new Kroger parking lot I saw them get out of their old raggedy station wagon their grandparents used to drive.
They marched in the store. By the time I got into the store, the youngest, Twiddle-Dum was pulling a grocery cart out of the stacked carts. Twiddle-Dee was patiently waiting. The good military leader he is, he was not going to chew out Twiddle-Dum in front of everybody for pulling the cart out in a clumsy manner. Twiddle-Dee takes care of his men (or man) by chewing them (him) out in private.
Then like soldiers prowling in the jungle with rifles Twiddle-Dum pushed the cart while Twiddle-Dee had his hands behind his back taking big thoughtful steps and occasionally seeing something that would be good chow, and toss it in the cart.
They want to defend our country so bad. They could show ‘em you don’t mess with Uncle Sam. But, I suspect the military wouldn’t take them in a million years, so they will just have to continue to do their war games on their PCs.
I've missed the brothers. Glad that they popped again, and thanks for sharing in such an amusing manner.
ReplyDeleteIf I ever come across one of those walking sticks that officers love to carry I am going to ride by their house and throw it over their fence (they have a fierce German Shepard). Twiddle Dee will know what to do with it.
ReplyDeleteWait!
ReplyDeleteWhat I thinking of isn't called a walking stick, it is probably called a riding stick. It is what someone of dignity would carry when they ride a horse so they wail the daylights out of it to make it go faster.
A riding crop.
ReplyDeleteRiding Crop! Thanks.
ReplyDeleteTwiddle Dee would feel much more important if he had a riding crop.