Unbagging the Cats 1

Unbagging the Cats 1

Thursday, March 8, 2012

A Shaving Lesson from Occam

On Tuesday evening, I headed back to school to pick up The Pony from his last regularly-scheduled academic meet. I stopped by the pharmacy to grab some crutch toppers for Hick. He's worth $4.85, don't you think? For entertainment value alone. I know you're thinking, "Well, that must be the gift you give somebody who has everything." Or else you're thinking we're an odd family. That may be. But in case you've forgotten, or in the unlikely event that I kept some personal information to myself...Hick had knee surgery on Tuesday. He used the old crutches with crumbly armpit rubbers that have been hanging on a nail in the garage since his other knee surgery four years ago. No, he's not a professional athlete. More of a chicken kicker. From when he had his flock of seventeen roosters and three hens.

Now where was I...oh, the trip to town. I pulled out on some lesser-used back roads to avoid the Backroads rush hour traffic. A small, dark SUV in front of me kept veering across the center crack. We don't have center lines out here on these town roads. I followed at a safe distance. I assumed that the driver was texting a significant other on the way home. Perhaps seeing if she should pick up something for dinner.

Just my luck, that SUV turned up the street I was using as a connecting route to reach my main road. Again with the swerving. Then it signaled a left turn. Directly into the lane for the drive-up window at a mom-and-pop liquor store.

When you hear hoofbeats, think horses. Not zebras.


Sioux said...

Hey, they could have been heading for booze while they were texting. Give them the credit they deserve!

Leenie said...

Or the significant other said they needed a new box of wine...

At least your backroads have pavement. Wish I'd been following you when the story about the chicken kicker was posted.

Stephen Hayes said...

I didn't know liqueur stores had drive up windows.

Linda O'Connell said...

Lordy! they are everywhere, aren't they?

Kathy's Klothesline said...

Ah, the covenience of drive-thru to obtain your booze.

Val said...

Yes. A multi-tasker. I have been remiss in skewering her for one fault only.

The chicken kicker was not here at the cat house. It was at one of my supersecret blogs. I can't find the exact post, but here's one about the chickens.


They do in Missouri, by cracky! We have a plethora of them. Sometimes, they're a franchise, like Convenience Barn.

It's a conspiracy. I'm trying to warn the world, a few blog-readers at a time.

See? I knew a good ol' gal in Missouri would validate me!