Senior discount day at the grocery store (a true story)


After unloading the groceries into the back of my car yesterday, I headed toward the ‘cart corral’ with my empty cart.

“Hey! Ma’am!”

I turned, and the old man continued: “Can I have your cart?” He pointed to his foot, in a cast, and I walked the cart over to him.

I smiled; he smiled. Then he hobbled into Harris Teeter leaning on the cart.

As I was pulling out of my parking spot, I noticed this plastered across the back of his van in HUGE letters:

KISS MY A$$ AMERICA.

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As Doc Watson used to sing, “Life gets teejus, don’t it?”

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