I wish I’d laminated the menu from the Chinese restaurant where my husband and I had our first date. According to their zodiac, he, a sheep, and I, an ox, were completely incompatible. Thirty-three years of (mostly) wedded bliss later, I’d have to beg to differ.
I once had a woman come into the library with three boxes of books to donate to our book sale, only . . . she wanted me to look them up on ebay, and give the ones that were worth money BACK TO HER. I refused, so she lugged all three boxes back to her car. I smiled the rest of the day.
Yeah. The guy who had peaceful protestors tear gassed so he could walk to a church and hold a bible upside-down . . . is now selling them.