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My Dogs Read Faces Better Than This

I stopped by Beall's this morning to browse through the clearance racks. My youngest niece needs new clothes. (She is only 7 months old, but she is already wearing 9 to 12 month clothes. Her height is certainly from my mother's side of the family.)

It was 9:02, but they had not opened the doors yet. I stood outside with an older couple. He reminded me of Kramer, very tall and slender with curly hair that hovered over the top of his head. They both looked at me when I walked up to the door, and I asked, "They haven't opened the doors yet?"

He walked over to hear what I asked. She glanced back and said, "No, and it's after 9:00." I smiled and thanked her.

The man then looked at me and pointed to the Beall's Outlet next door. He said something about the store. I thought he was asking if they were open, so I walked over. Lo and behold, they were, and I called down to them so they could see.

About 10 minutes later I was walking through the regular Beall's store--on my way out the door. The Kramer-man came bounding down the aisle, walked over to me and asked, "Did you find the socks?"

I don't think he registered the perplexed look on my face as I shook my head and sifted through my memory of our earlier conversation. Since I could find no record of a sock discussion I said, "No."

So he asked, "You couldn't find any socks?"

Again, I shook my head.

I can't help but laugh.

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Christy said…
Awesome. I love that old guy!
1:36 PM
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