I guess I never knew.
I went to town yesterday in my brand new cowboy hat, new boots, and a new jacket. Standing in the checkout line behind a pretty darned attractive, and well put together female, when she turns and starts chatting me up.
She tells me, "I am 66 years old, just came from Dr. BP is great, glucose is great, kidneys and liver are good. etc, etc"
I am just nodding and saying Yeah, That's nice, all the while. Heck, if she had kept her mouth shut, she could have easily passed for fifty.
She finished checking out and went out the door. I thought she was gone.
But after I went through the checkout, and proceeded to the doors with my cart, there she was, holding the door open. "Uh, uh, thankyou Ma'am."
Her hands were empty. She had obviously gone to her truck, unloaded her packages, and come back.
I went home and told Momma, I ain't dressing up for town anymore, unless she goes along to protect me.
Just my interesting anecdote for the day. Never underestate the power of a nice hat.
