A few mornings ago, I was taking my early morning walk after smashing Sherry in our two hands of gin rummy we play at 5:30 each morning. After our competition, I routinely walk down our long driveway to our mailbox and back.
Sherry needed subtle revenge, so she reminded me I was in the habit of keeping my head down when I walk. “Look up like a healthy man,” she commented as I walked out the door.
So I did. Halfway down the drive, with my head held high, my left shoe found a huge pile of bear scat. I could have cleaned it up before returning home, but no. I took my shoes off in our entryway, a few feet from where Sherry was reading her favorite magazine. The rank odor wafted her way.
“Thanks for the heads up tip,” I said as I dashed upstairs.
Timeouts