We went to Texas Roadhouse for lunch today, during our shopping trip. When the waitress brought my credit card receipt to sign, she handed me a Skilcraft retractable pen with "U.S. Government" stamped on it. I haven't seen one of those pens in years - not since my Dad worked for the government. I can remember those pens from when I was a kid, and Dad would have dozens of them in his briefcase or in a box. I almost kept her pen, but thought better of it. There are few pens that write as smoothly and neatly as the government issue Skilcraft...
The Wal-Mart in Hope, AR, is undergoing 'renovations and updates.' This means they are moving everything around so that we have to roam around aimlessly trying to find what we are looking for because now it is not where it has been for the last 5 years! While walking down one aisle, an older man was looking in the section marked "cleansers" which now houses the nuts. Go figure. Obviously the employees are leaving the signs where they have always been in an effort to drive customers quite batty. We talked about the fact that you could no longer find what you needed with an older man. He joked about having a cell phone in his pocket so that he could call his wife should either of them end up lost in the confusion.
I saw him a little while later and his wife was with him. He was turning down an aisle, saying something about the overhead sign. His wife's reply? "I don't give a sh!t what the sign says! They are not down that aisle!" It was like hearing my grandmother cuss. Not my Mom's Mom, heck she cussed as it was (though, if she caught us 'kids' cussing, we'd catch all kinds of crap for it!). My Dad's Mom, though, never cussed that I know of, so it was a lot like hearing her cuss. The woman's husband, obviously used to such things, simply aimed his cart toward the next aisle, not phased in the least...
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