My wife and I were shopping at the Hutchinson Wal-Mart one Saturday afternoon. As we navigated down the aisle in front of electronics, I hear a man saying, "watch where you are going.”
There were two cute little girls in front of the cart and they were doing nothing wrong. Once again I hear, "I said, watch where you are going". I couldn't believe that he was saying this to the girls when my wife said, "Dear".
At that time I realized he was yelling at me and not the girls. It was my friend Richard and his wife, Susan, which I have known from my days in Sublette back in the 70s.
I would have walked right passed them if he hadn't yelled at me.
There was a little truck stop in Wichita that I would stop at frequently. The more you stop, the more you learn about the people that work there. I was talking to this young lady that worked the evening shift. She had just had her first child and when her husband got home from work, she would go to work. I told my wife about her and we went and bought some baby clothes and took them to her.
As progress would have it, the truck stop was closed for a new highway. Several years later, as I was in a truck stop in Colorado, this lady came up to me started talking like we were best friends. Then she stops and said, "you don't remember me"? Oops! I didn't recognize her at all but how did she recognize me?
She was on a trip and decided to stop at that truck stop and I happen to be there. Just the other day I was talking to another driver when he said, "I remember when I met you. It was 3 years ago and it was my fourth load on a flatbed. You couldn't pickup your load until the next day so you came over and showed me how to secure my load and then helped me tarp it."
I have done that for a lot of drivers, but how he remember that, is amazing.
My wife and I went to Tulsa to see my brother. He wasn't home so I took her to the mall that I had delivered to some time back. As we are walking, she looks over into a store and said, "there's your brother."
I would have never noticed him no matter how long I walked around the mall. If you come up to me and I have a puzzled look on my face, it's just me. If I walk pass you and never act like you’re there, most of the time it isn't on purpose.
The sad part about this is, how will people know if I am getting senile or is this the normal me? The good news is, guess what the other side of my brain can do?
You will have to wait until the next time to find out unless I forget.
