And you’re not.
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This weekend, Sarah and I visited the local grocery store. A place I visit at least twice a week with Nora. On this particular day, an older woman was our cashier. As I bagged our wares at the far end of the checkout, Sarah and the cashier exchanged some words and some chuckles. Later, in the car, Sarah tells me that the older woman had made a peculiar observation/comment concerning me. In a rough paraphrase, the cashier said “Every time your husband comes into the store, he reminds me of a young Chevy Chase.”
Well? You be the judge.




