> > Yesterday I was at Target buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for my
loyal pet, Sheriff, the Wonder Dog and was in the checkout line when a woman
behind me
asked if I had a dog.
> > What did she think I had, an elephant? So since I'm retired and have
little to do, on impulse I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, I was
starting the Purina Diet again. I added that I probably shouldn't, because I
ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I
awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my
orifices and IVs in both
arms.
> > I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way it
works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one
or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so it
works well and I
was going to try it again.
>
> (I have to mention here that practically everyone in line was now
enthralled
with my story.)
>
> Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food
poisoned me. I told her no, I stepped off a curb to sniff the rear end of an
Irish Setter and a car hit us both.
>
> I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack he was
laughing
so hard.
>
> Target won't let me shop there anymore.
>
> Better watch what you ask retired people. They have all the time in the
world
to think of crazy things to say.
I didn't write this, but it's funny enough that I wish I had.
