Thursday, April 12, 2012
Let me set the scene....husband and wife enjoying another sunny, warm
day in Old Charleston. Having read of an interesting shop in a locally
published magazine, they are in search of its location. Parked on a
side street, they walk towards King Street ~ the mecca of major
and local retailers. A street never lacking in activity.
Wife: "Oh, my gosh! LOOK!" as she stops dead in her tracks, halting
her husband's pace by grabbing onto his arm.
Husband: "What?" as he looks around for the antique shop that caught
her eye or the home decor store or the independent clothing boutique
with vintage mannequins dressed in chic outfits.
Wife: "There!" pointing to the garbage bin on the side of the street stuffed
with roll after roll of architectural blueprints.
"I need those!"
Husband: "No! We're not dragging those out of a garbage bin!." It's
obvious that his evil twin has emerged from within as he normally
understands that his wife is just a bit quirky about picking up things
that make no sense to him at all.
Wife: (shocked)"Why not?" After all, she is not immune to exhibiting
what would be odd behavior to most. Southern ladylike behavior had
no place in this situation! This was true treasure and it was going to
Husband: (exasperated) "We'll get them on the way back to the car."
He realized that this was going to be a no-win situation so he'd better
cut to the chase now and placate her.
The wife tries to shake off her fear that it might become an opportunity lost
and trudges onward. They turn the corner and there it is.......
... the garbage truck!
Husband: (sense of urgency) "Ok... let's go back and get them NOW!"
Obviously, evil twin took a nose dive back into the dark recesses of his
soul and the sweet, kind, lovely man she married, returned.
She picks roll after roll out and passes them off to the person
standing beside her. With arms extended, he holds them firmly. He
even offers the suggestion that they could stash them in his golf bag
as a means of getting them back home! Loading them into the trunk
of the car before returning to the reason they were there in the first
place, the wife swears she hears him mutter under his breath..........
Happy wife..... happy life!
You ain't just whistlin' Dixie, dear!!!!
Cute way to store the paper until ready for use, don't you think??