Only in a small town.....

So, most of you reading this should know that I'm in Oregon at the moment visiting my sister and her family. We've had a pretty good time so far, and there's more to come.

Today sees the barbeque-post-grad party for my sis's stepson and what I gather may very well be the rest of the town.

Yesterday Pops, Michael and I went and did a little shopping for some essentials and did a bit of wandering around town as well.

Yes, I have pix, and no, you're not going to see them.

I told you that you have to wait until I get home.

Geez, try and keep up.

After we got home and started the post ceremony dinner, Pops realized that we were missing a couple things. No biggie, but I'd had a few beers and there was no way I was going to drive even the half-mile or so to the little store down the road, so Michael and I decided to just walk.

Now, those of you that know me know that I'm an optimistic pessimist. For those of you that are unfamiliar with that term, it means that I hope for the best, but I expect the worst. In that vein, as we were walking along (and finding that the walk was much longer than we expected I pointed out that the really funny part would be when we got to the store and found it closed.

I won't bore you with all the details of the walk, but suffice it to say that we rounded a corner and there was the store.

Just when we were beginning to worry that we'd never get back in time.

As we got closer, it was easy to see the big sign in the window that said 'Sorry, we're Closed.' We went ahead and walked up to the store, and there was a guy walking back from the trashcans outside, and I said 'You're really closed, huh?'

'Yeah. What did you need?'

'Just a half gallon of milk and some chicken broth,' I answered.

At which point he unlocked the door, shut off the alarm, turned on the lights and register, and sold us the stuff we needed.

I was so shocked I nearly soiled myself.

Buenos con queso,

T.