This is a true story, one which makes me proud. After you read the story, you’ll be proud to know me too.
This evening, as the darker clouds rolled in to meet the deepening sunset on this beautiful day, I stopped at one of the local liquor stores. (Which, for the uninitiated, is a place one might purchase alcoholic beverages.) My wife remained in the car, probably anticipating more antics from me. Plausible deniability is a virtue after so many years of marriage.
As the magical automatic double glass doors slipped open upon my approach, I entered with a smile. Three employees were near the rear left side of the store. All three proclaimed an enthusiastic version of “Hey, how are you?” to greet me.
Per my usual custom of saying something stupid, I used my cliché “Terrible!” as my reply.
The youngest of the three visible employees, a fresh-faced and enthusiastic man, laughed and said, “You don’t look any worse for the wear, though.”
Smiling even deeper and preparing to raise my voice, I half-shouted back: “You should see me NAKED!”
The younger employee stood with a stupefied expression on his face. The wizened veteran at his side burst out laughing as I continued walking.