Winger Ringerdinger

[madamesilverspurs]

In a rare bit of good luck I got to the grocery store just as the front handicap parking space was being vacated. As I was heading into the store the Salvation Army bellringer was setting up. Having paid for my small bag of goodies I kept the coins from the change in my hand, ready to drop them into the red kettle. While dropping the coins into the slot I glanced up and noted that the bellringer was wearing a jacket with a veteran's patch on it, so when he thanked me for my donation I thanked him for his service. He smiled, then gave me one of those do-I-know-you-from-somewhere looks. I just smiled back and gave him one of those little toodleloo waves.

I had recognized him from several town-hall meetings. Suffice it to say that he isn't given to making kind remarks about 'libruls'. Anyway, I was thinking that his present task might present him with some opportunities to alter his perspective a bit. Then I glanced over and saw him frowning as he noticed my numerous bumper stickers, easily read as I was parked not twenty feet away from his position. His glower intensified as he turned and glared at the red bucket as though trying to figure out how to turn it upside down to shake out my tainted offering.

On Friday I have to go back to that store, as my pharmacy is located there. This could get interesting.


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