I went with Marilyn tonight. She wanted to run into the city to get several things that you just can't get here in Tekamah. At least not unless you steal them from someone who did make the trip to Omaha.
I was okay until we had to go into a craft/hobby/material store. I walked in and knew at once it was happening. I don't know if it was the fall bouquets of fuzzy flowers, the material, paints, canvas, paint by number sets, the pillow form my wife bought, the ribbon, the glitter, unfinished cheap wood stuff, or whatever but the energy began to drain from my body at an alarming rate. I was near the back of the store when it hit me with full force. My mind raced, 'should I dial 911', no if I go down it'll take 6 E.M.T's and a block and tackle to get me out of there. I must run for it. I knew immediately that I needed to somehow summons the strength to get to the gigantic sporting goods store next door. If I could get a Titelist golf ball in my hand I knew that would protect me.
The women at the cash register seemed to know my dilemma and didn't give me a look. It was as though it happened every hour there. "Hey Alice, did you see the look on that guys face when he was making a run for it?" "Yeah, he vomited just outside the door...call housekeeping."
Well I made it, I'm okay. The Nike drivers were on sale. I already had one but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.