Monday, June 1, 2015
Who's got your nose, big boy?
We went to Wal-Mart yesterday to pick up a few things. Hubby was heading to hardware and I was going to the health and beauty department. I walked in ahead of him, and turned left instead of right. I remembered I needed a box of cereal. We often go separate directions because I don't care to peruse electronics and the home repair aisles every time we go there. He was looking for green spray to touch up the picnic table.
As I was walking down the center aisle, I heard clop-clop-clop. I stopped. The sound ceased. I walked on, and the clip-clop, echoed my every footstep. I thought it was probably some clown in the security office, a spy in the sky, watching customers, pounding a rhythm to my "sway" as I walked. It sounded like it was echoing over the intercom.
I tested the fool. I took a hop skip, and the sound echoed accordingly. This was getting annoying. I stopped. The noise stopped. I walked, the echo picked up again. When I turned down the cereal aisle, I saw the clown. He was not wearing a big red nose, but he had big feet and a big laugh.
There was my big guy tapping on the grocery cart to the rhythm of my stride with the lid from a spray paint can. The stock clerk laughed with him, but when he passed by, she looked at me sympathetically and said, "I'll bet he drives you crazy."
"Yeah, he's a big clown, but I love him!"