Mr. Samoa was in a bind. You see, today is our anniversary, and he had not gotten around to shopping for anything for me. So, he was driving home from work, figuring out how to get something, anything, but he had no time, being as he wanted to get home first so I didn't get flattened by psycho dogs. As he drove, he contemplated his imminent demise. What thoughts went through his head only he can know.
Meanwhile, we go back in time two days. I was at Wal-Mart for some reason or another when I saw a lovely necklace in the jewelry display counter. "My, that is lovely," I thought. "I would like to have that. And it's only $28. But there are other, more expensive things I need/want more. Oh well. Such is fate." And I shuffled off to the produce aisle, somewhat glumly.
Returning to the present day. As I drove home, I was contemplating if there would be any possibility of getting said necklace for our anniversary. I hadn't come up with anything by the time I got home. As I pulled up, Mr. Samoa appeared in the breezeway. Nervously, he confessed, braced any minute for the knell of doom to land upon his head. "You didn't?" I exclaimed joyously. "Oh, good!" "Huh??" replied Mr. Samoa, not having expected to remain this side of the mortal veil for this point in the conversation. "Boy, am I glad to hear that!" said I. " I have just the thing picked out!" So, a befuddled Mr. Samoa and I proceeded Wal-Martward and returned, triumphal, with the necklace.
The moral of this story? You just never know!
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