dedicated to my darling husband!
I really don't like those
solicitors who stand outside grocery stores. They never engage you on your way
in, they wait until you're coming out with groceries, things you want to get
home to the refrigerator as soon as possible, before they try to talk to you.
So as you are struggling with a wonky-wheeled cart and disappearing car keys,
they want your opinion on important issues, like clothing-optional beaches and
term limits (I thought that's what elections are for!).
The other day on my way
into the grocery store, I saw two incredibly young, beautiful women wearing
'Greenpeace' t-shirts and cut-off shorts with barely an inch of inseam (no, I'm
not jealous, why do you ask?) with their heads together as they consulted a
clipboard. Oh, great, I thought. Maybe I can time my exit to pass though the
door with some other shoppers, and slip by unnoticed. There's only two of them.
Alas, on my way out, I was nailed by their next move in this virtual chess match as, sure
enough, a perky voice followed by a sweet face caught me.
"Do you like
tigers?" Check.
"You bet, honey, I
love 'em. That's why I married one." Her eyes got big and her mouth
dropped open.
Checkmate!
Checkmate!
