Today is gonna be a great day. I just know it. All I have to do is to just remember to check my zipper once in awhile! Heck… I can handle that. I hope.
I hope I can remember that because the track record for my memory hasn’t been so hot lately. For instance I was due to volunteer at a local Christmas operation that we have here in town. It’s a really neat enterprise known as ‘The Christmas Station’ and it always kicks into gear this time of year. The Christmas Station is a non-profit operation which runs their very own store here in town and it’s stocked to the ceiling with all sorts of donations consisting of food, clothes, toys and other goodies which are given out to needy families having a tough time during the holiday season. I’ve been giving these fine folks a helping hand for many years now and this year I had every intention of helping out again. I really did. But the brain bloopers struck and I totally forgot! TOTALLY!!!! YIKES!!!! Hope those good souls can forgive me. And still give me that freebie T-shirt they promised me.
But that’s not all folks! If you liked that brain blooper story then you’ll surely love this one. The local Sheriff’s office here in sweet little Bedford put on a fascinating class on a very timely topic about what to do if (heavens forbid) you get caught in the middle of a shootout or otherwise find yourself in an active shooting event from a deranged loony who is bent on taking a few lives. They held this class a day or two ago and I made a mental note to check it out. Hey, it was free so why not take advantage of it? Fat lot of good it did me because I really had every intention of going too. If for no other reason than because it would be something a little different and out of the ordinary. But, darn it….. I forgot and totally missed it. Now watch me get caught in a shootout tomorrow with an angry gunman who is having a god-awful rotten day because he discovered his fly was down and got so mad about it that he just had to take it out on an innocent public. Boy, I can relate. And that would definitely be my luck on just how I’d end up meeting my Maker. Maybe we just need to ban zippers?
