Fancy Seeing You Here

It was kind of a family joke…that no matter where this old gal went…

She would find someone she knew…California…Florida…St.Louis…it didn’t matter…toodling along and hey…I know that person…say hello…haha fancy seeing you here…and on our way…

So when my Mr. and I headed to Walmart after our first night in Limbome…it wasn’t too shocking to maybe see a familiar face…but I kid you not…no matter the direction of my gaze…there was someone I knew…from the Burg…

One friend greeted me with…hey…are you going to write about Walmart in your blog…gesturing to our meat counter surroundings…

And honestly…the thought had occurred to me…there is something to be said about the Mart…

Not the fact that we got lost in the parking lot walking to the wrong vehicle after celebrating our prime right by the door space upon arrival…we shall leave that part out…

But the realization…that no matter where life takes this old gal…the Burg…the Mart…Timbuktu…I won’t be alone…a familiar face may pop up…and if not…with a few friendly chats…faces will become familiar…

So…if you are reading this…my friend from Walmart…hey…thanks for saying hello…fancy seeing you there…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…