Humpday

If every case were as exciting as this one appears to be, I would spend every waking moment in the county courthouse:

• 1 count of open burning
• 2 counts of accumulation of junk
• 1 count of excessive weed growth

: )

Just back from a visit to Wal-Jack. Make that SUPER Wal-Jack. Primarily because they carry the 12-pack toilet paper that I adore.

(Heh. I am kidding about adoring T.P.; I do, however, adore NEVER running out of T.P.; hence, the 12-pack.)

As I am leaving the store, I think I hear someone yell, “Hey!” I take a quick glance around, assume that I am not the one being spoken to, and continue to wheel my merchandise toward the exit.

Then this woman comes running up behind me. “Hey!” Immediately, I recognize her as someone who briefly was in charge of one of the departments in which I dabbled during my career as a college instructor.

“I can’t remember your name, but I wanted to say hi!” she tells me.

“Hi! How are you doing, Linda?” I tell her ... and then, the rest of our 10 seconds together, I am saying to myself, Her name is Linda, right?

“How is everything going? Are you doing OK?” she asks.

“Sure!”

“Good. Well, I just wanted to say hi!” she says, and she turns to go back to her cart — which I suddenly realize is still in the checkout lane, as she apparently was in the middle of paying for her stuff.

(I have to admit: If that were me, and I saw someone whose name I could not remember go walking by at just that instant, I very likely would have let them walk on by. But that’s just me, I guess.)

: )

I think these are weeds, but they look pretty up close.