Just another day

I had a pacemaker check this morning, so Connie and I dropped Tammie off at the beach and went on to the hospital.  The pacemaker tech told me I was in disgustingly good shape and sent me on my way.  We had a lot of time to kill before picking Tammie up at the beach, so we went to Coastland mall, an upscale establishment, to walk around and gawk at things.  We went into Macys because there was a live model displaying the latest in swimwear. I can only describe it as “pubic chic”. I guess the latest fad is to allow the nether regions to go natural and let it all hang out.  I think it will be a big hit because there were several guys really interested in her attire.  Connie drug me away and we proceeded to look for other new things.

  The next thing that caught my eye was a display that advertised itself as an “Asian Spa”. It was located out in the middle of the mall aisle.  There was one fellow sitting in a chair getting a foot massage.  Another fellow was draped over a frame of some sort on his stomach.  A therapist was standing at his rear massaging between the fellow’s shoulder blades using his elbows to perform the massage.  At least that is what I think was going on.  It kind of reminded me of the time in 1964 that I was draped over the same sort of “rack” getting examined by a proctologist.

  Moving right along we passed by a truck display.  There was a new jeep being shown.  It was roughly the same size as a travel trailer.  It had tires that came up to my waist and was advertised as “off road”.  I had to grab hold of the rear-view mirror and hoist myself up on a tire to see the sticker price.  It was a bargain at $68,000.  Connie told me I couldn’t have one.

  The pet store is always a big hit.  I really enjoy seeing all the puppies.  Have you ever noticed how most of them seem to be napping and one or two are really frolicking all over the pen.?  I figured out that they have most of them drugged and the perky ones are on speed.  The really big attraction at this store was the big parrot.  He was one of those big red and blue ones.  I think it was a macaw. They must have fed him a lot because there was a newspaper under his roost that was covered with parrot poop.  Maybe they didn't change the paper on a daily basis

  Before we left, I thought I might get a cup of coffee.  I found it hard to believe that a cup of the cheapest coffee at Starbucks was $4.75.  No wonder the guy that started the company is a billionaire and can afford to run for president. I can remember when I was a kid that my dad would not eat in a restaurant that charged more that 5 cents for a cup of coffee.  We ate in a lot of cheap places.  More later