Fleeting plumber's putty (say that 3 times fast)
Is it too late to teach an old dog new tricks? I ran into a perfectly lovely lady today, of whom I have just a mild acquaintance. It was in one of those big box stores. You know the kind, they have groceries and nails; dog food and rat poison; delicate cafe curtains and tires. One stop shopping they call it. I call it a pain in the foot! We had a perfectly lovely conversation about why we were buying the items that were in our buggy. She was looking for a closet organizer system. I was looking for plumber's putty, that was after I picked up a dozen eggs and milk. After a few minutes of light conversation, my acquaintance said that she needed to go, that her husband would be looking for her shortly. "Wait," I said, "Your husband is in the store with you right now?" "Why, certainly. He needed some string for his lawn trimmer. Why?" "Well, my husband is the one who needs the plumber's putty. I'm not about to get under the kitchen si