Never ruin an apology with an excuse.
― Benjamin Franklin
Well to start off this post I would like to say SORRY EVERYONE!!! I really have no reason as to why this post is so late besides that I just simply forgot. So with one BIG SORRY I now will finish the story that I started...or will I?
Last time on "Just Two Dollars" my family and I piled in the van, as we so often do when we can get Dad to stop talking, but instead of heading to our house we were going in the total opposite direction. Now being the great observer that I am, I stated the complete obvious, "We're going the wrong way."
And now the exciting sequel to "Just Two Dollars".
"Where are we going?" a completely confused voice asked.
"To Goodwill in Athens to see if we can find any more suits for extras" the calm all knowing Mother replied.
This information threw me for a complete loop. Why, you may ask. Because I knew not of the existence of this so called Goodwill in Athens (good reason to be confused right?).
So after dad went through a very long unnecessary history of how Goodwill came to be in the same town as the legendary Dairy Barn, we finally got there. However what we saw and heard when we pulled into the parking lot almost made us get back in the car and leave for good.
Last time on "Just Two Dollars" my family and I piled in the van, as we so often do when we can get Dad to stop talking, but instead of heading to our house we were going in the total opposite direction. Now being the great observer that I am, I stated the complete obvious, "We're going the wrong way."
And now the exciting sequel to "Just Two Dollars".
"Where are we going?" a completely confused voice asked.
"To Goodwill in Athens to see if we can find any more suits for extras" the calm all knowing Mother replied.
This information threw me for a complete loop. Why, you may ask. Because I knew not of the existence of this so called Goodwill in Athens (good reason to be confused right?).
So after dad went through a very long unnecessary history of how Goodwill came to be in the same town as the legendary Dairy Barn, we finally got there. However what we saw and heard when we pulled into the parking lot almost made us get back in the car and leave for good.
Now you need to keep in mind it's fall so we have our windows down, which means that we could hear what was going on outside the car pretty well.
As we pulled into the parking lot we hear this one single sentence being repeated over and over with mounting intensity.
"Hurry! I can't go to JAIL!"
I looked around frantically to see who it was that "can't go to JAIL!" But I did not have to look long AT ALL. The owner of the voice, a person running at full speed, found us. That's right, the person ran right in front of Silver Bullet (that's our mini van) to the open door of a car on the other side of the parking lot.
I'm sure you are probably wondering who this person was running from. It was the manager of Belk. The person that had just ran in front of our van was a shoplifter...but not a really good shoplifter..or runner. You might be wondering how I knew that the shoplifter was not a good runner. Elementary my dear reader, the store manager was WALKING after this shoplifter...and gaining. By the time the shoplifter made it to the car Mr. Manager was right on top of her.
As we pulled into the parking lot we hear this one single sentence being repeated over and over with mounting intensity.
"Hurry! I can't go to JAIL!"
I looked around frantically to see who it was that "can't go to JAIL!" But I did not have to look long AT ALL. The owner of the voice, a person running at full speed, found us. That's right, the person ran right in front of Silver Bullet (that's our mini van) to the open door of a car on the other side of the parking lot.
I'm sure you are probably wondering who this person was running from. It was the manager of Belk. The person that had just ran in front of our van was a shoplifter...but not a really good shoplifter..or runner. You might be wondering how I knew that the shoplifter was not a good runner. Elementary my dear reader, the store manager was WALKING after this shoplifter...and gaining. By the time the shoplifter made it to the car Mr. Manager was right on top of her.
To make this more interesting for you as the reader, I am writing this post in parts. Yep and you guessed it, this is all for part two. Tune in for more. See you soon with the last part of "Just Two Dollars".
God Bless
C.D.S
God Bless
C.D.S