I was at the grocery store yesterday, pushing my cart down a congested canned-goods lane. I happened to see an older gentleman who was trapped by all the carts that women were trying to squeeze past him. I felt bad for him and apologized as I, too, maneuvered by.
He turned around cautiously, probably to see if he was free from danger, when I noticed the T-shirt that he had on. The front of it said, “Old Guys Rule.”
Not this time. He would have had better luck with, “FBI” or “I Can Bark Like A Dog.”
Tonight, I took four young grandchildren to church -a major accomplishment for anyone. Four clean, well-dressed children. I felt pretty good about it.
It was only on the way out that I saw that little Travis was wearing a pair of adult flip-flops. 🙂 Nealie