Ate at a Golden Corral today in Burleson, TX. Got my 1st food plate (the salad came first, but there is some discussion on whether salad is food).
Walking back to the table, I passed a 20 something yr old girl with a low cut blouse - 2 tiny straps. Alongside her was her big, burly tattoooooood boyfriend. They had plates piled high and deep.
Across her chest - in bold script - was the word O S C A R --- Yes, acros her chest, written in a "TAT" script, the word Oscar. I quickly looked the other direction (did I mention her boyfriend was big?)
The question: Was this big guy named Oscar? Remember that one of my weinee dogs is named Oscar. Does this girl have a thing for my boy Oscar? I think she is too old for him I didn't ask her.
There is no explaining some people and their brains. I have made stupid decisions in the past. But, this one I have never made.
A "STONE" is a family word for a personal story or thought, not quite an essay or short story. We moved to central Texas to be near a daughter. We are down to only one wirehair dachshund - Sadie. (Goodbye in 2021 to Oscar the ball boy and Bruno the larger twin) & my wife -- penned by a retired Texas H.S. band director - just nonsense thoughts unrelated to each other or anything other than what's happening and comments.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Posted by Mike Metze at 11:36 PM
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