Another story from a friend (isn’t great to have friends?).  Don’t forget to come back as Life Lesson #3 is coming soon.

Yesterday I was buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for my dog at
Wal-Mart and was about to check out.  A woman behind me asked if I had a
dog. (Doh!) On impulse, I told her that no, I didn’t have a dog, and that
I was starting the Purina Diet again.

I probably shouldn’t, I added, because I’d ended up in the hospital last
time, but that I’d lost 50
pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out
of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.

I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that
it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat
one or two every time you feel hungry and that the food is nutritionally
complete so I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that
practically everyone in line was by now enthralled with my story.)

Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food
poisoned me.

I told her no; I stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setters butt and a
car hit us both.

I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack, he was
laughing so hard!

WAL-MART won’t let me shop there anymore!!!

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