We started the day off with a trip to the Flea Market. Yesterday, two ladies told me where they had purchased their outfits. I wanted to check it out.
The man in charge of the booth was named Omar, as in “Omar, the Tent Maker.” I noticed that there were no clothes in my size...only much, much larger sizes. I asked Omar where smaller things were displayed. He “insulted” me by recommending the size he thought I would need. In my life I have run into a variety of salesmen. He was in a class of his own. Maybe he thought I needed a “tent.” Anyway, it was funny (like a crutch) and just added a new experience to my list of many!
After eating lunch at home I started watching NASCAR qualifying from Daytona. I went to sleep sitting in my chair. Nap time! When I awoke much later, our area had been abandoned. Bonnie had gone shopping and Bill and Todd were geocaching. I was all by my “lonesome” and it didn’t bother me a bit!
My only concern was the three of them returning in time to made a dinner date with Dwight and Sheila at In-N-Out (#10). I didn’t need to worry. This group rarely misses a meal. We were able to get there at the appointed hour and had a great time eating and talking and celebrating Dwight’s birthday...kind of---no cake or singing!
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