I still shudder for Jack Tripper at least once a week

Shopping on the way out of town while the house is watched by a twitchy, underfed Belgian shepard and a grad student, of same disposition if not race, who is unaware I wired a spy cam in what must remain an undisclosed room for now.

I had a short list, only thing of somewhat importance was diaper wipes. We never use them at home but on the road it can be a matter of life and death. Literally. Well, not literally at all but I’m tired of everyone else getting to use it while I can’t because I know what it means.

The diaper wipes were the only thing I forgot because I have never been able to stand to watch Three’s Company. I feel like I should not explain that. Let it remain that visible part of the iceburg. Refrain from explaining how I cannot bear embarrassment, especially in others, not even fictional embarrassment. Stop just short of describing the geriatic gentleman who was shopping the diaper wipes first, distracting me so I had to flee to the pet products by which time I’d completely forgot why I was on that side of the store at all.

Too late.