A humorous free-verse poem about my wife's and my recent shopping trip. |
This past Monday morning I suggested to my loving wife it would be a great time for us to run some errands. True, it was raining at the time. Raining rather hard, in fact. “It won’t continue to rain so hard but will quit soon enough,” I assured her with complete confidence in my wisdom. Somewhat too reluctantly, I thought, she finally gave in and off we merrily went. At our first stop, we opened the car door and stepped out into a parking lot filled with several inches of flowing water. Our shoes only got a tad wet, somewhat offset by the small umbrellas we had failing to keep the hard rain from soaking our backs and legs. “It’ll have stopped by the time we finish our shopping,” I assured. Wrong! If possible, it was raining even harder as we returned to the car. Next we plowed through foot-deep streams across the roads on the way to our next store, as my sweet wife glared across the car seat at me. Fortunately, I had to keep my eyes staring straight ahead focusing all my attention on the flooded streets. I did hear some muttering regarding “your stupid idea” or something close to that. The thunder and lightning drowned her out. Three more stops followed this same pattern, except the rain got harder and the umbrellas kept getting smaller. Finally, after grocery shopping, we headed home with both the groceries and ourselves soaked. It seems to me that wet wives are about as happy as are wet hens! The wife acted as if I should have known in advance that morning that the hard rain wouldn’t let up but would continue its downpour to set a new record rainfall of over four inches for that date in Shreveport. Who knew? I remain blameless … and clueless. From now on, we can only set out to run errands when the sun is brightly shining …her new rule. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |