tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post4440986394894052179..comments2024-03-27T03:25:08.267-07:00Comments on Life in the Shoe: Doing GoodDorcashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07050605764466835485noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-66118410879061544332008-01-29T22:52:00.000-08:002008-01-29T22:52:00.000-08:00LOL on your last paragraph. My mom once reached ov...LOL on your last paragraph. My mom once reached over and neatly cut up the steak on the plate next to her - it happened to belong to another adult at a company dinner! <BR/><BR/>And the Goodwill tags, well my family has been notorious for at least three generations for forgetting to remove those little frugality notification devices :-)Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17297237900094898777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-37669309120660854762008-01-22T17:44:00.000-08:002008-01-22T17:44:00.000-08:00Ah, Dorcas, it made perfect sense from your perspe...Ah, Dorcas, it made perfect sense from your perspective and I shan't hold it against you! You had no way of knowing that green was the "half-off" color that day, that I'd owned the coat for over a year, and that it was my "humble dent" for that particular jacket. Beside that, yes, as a man, it was highly likely that I simply hadn't noticed the tag poking its little head out from beneath the collar. (You also could have added in your story about how my wife expressed that she'd been wanting to yank it off herself for some time! :-) Ah well, life happens...someone at work turned 40 last week and I went to lunch in a limo. Ya win some, ya lose some!<BR/><BR/>~KonradAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com