
My favorite Santa is the 2-foot-tall Paper Mache, given to me 30 plus years ago by my daughter-in-law Michelle, my son Dan' wife. In the Spirit of Christmas, I have a sweet story for you
Say What Want
Unable to remember where I found raisins last, I tapped my WM app on the phone, and it directed me to A/17.
Aha! the very aisle I was standing in, spying the cute little Jamaican Girl 4 feet away putting Stock on the shelves, I asked her if she could point me to the Raisins.
Pulling our her phone, she tapped it twice, held it out and with a huge grin on her face, said Say What Want! With a big grin on my face, I said Raisins.
Up came A/17 the very one she was stocking, the very one I had just searched in vain.
I threw my hands up in the sign language for Well where are they?
We started to search together, and she pointed and started to laugh.
Pointing while laughing the hand signal for THERE they are!
She was so cute, so sweet and despite our language barrier and my interrupting her work, she helped me to find them.
It was fun, and I was happy and so was she. The thing is some dastardly person had placed the same type of box behind the first one and I grabbed 2 and when I got home One of them was Chocolate Covered Raisins. Bob has eaten all of them and I ran out of raisins, but he was thrilled.
this was posted on Fourpawsetc by accident, I deleted it and added it here. this is one reason i am not doing two blogs. Memory is shot