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Years ago there was an old country store where you could stop and reach into one of several chests full of ice and soft drinks for something cold to drink on a hot summer’s day. In attendance was an old woman who remembered my now 92 year old father as a teen who would frequent the store.
This old woman would lose her glasses and go to the optician, a neightbor down the street, for a new pair of glasses. She would turn the air blue with her cursing and swearing as she waited to be fitted, embarassing our neighbor and all within earshot.
Finally, one day while draining and cleaning the chests used for the drinks, there, in the bottom of the chest, were all her “lost” glasses which had fallen from her shirt pocket as she leaned over to fill the chests.
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