Crackle was barking as he watched me leaving a car. He always does it when he sees me leaving the car or coming back.
I ran into the store to grab a couple of things that they didn’t have on the shelves earlier this morning.
I knew Crackle was going to be fine. I left the car windows slightly open for him. And it was unusually cold for summer. But anyway, I was fast. I had only two items in my basket when I approached the cashier. All of the sudden, the woman behind me asked: “Let me pay for your groceries”.
-What? Why?
Continue reading “When age doesn’t mean wisdom”
