Our Summer Vacation Jamboree (standard:humor, 904 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jul 16 2023	Views/Reads: 528/280	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
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After months and months of planning, The Gracious Mistress of the
Parsonage finalized our vacation plans for the summer. 

Because of our busy lifestyle, something like this cannot be done with
just a snap of a finger, especially since the great-granddaughter 
invaded our family circle. If my wife does not see her every day, 
something is wrong. It took her a long time to plan a whole week, so 
she would not have to see the great-granddaughter. 

The time, however, had come, and we were on our way to a well-deserved
vacation in St. Augustine. 

I remembered why we were here on our first day in St. Augustine. Silly
me, I thought it was vacation time, but then I remembered we were at 
the capital of thrift store shops. I'm not sure how many thrift store 
shops are in the area, but I know The Gracious Mistress of the 
Parsonage knows exactly how many are open. She knows when a thrift 
store shop opens two months before it opens. 

I knew part of my vacation time would be spent at some thrift stores. I
am not a thrift store shopper connoisseur to any degree at all. They 
all look the same, and I can't remember the last time I found something 
in one that I wanted. 

Not only does The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage knows where the
shops are, but she knows what the shop has and where they are located 
in that shop. 

I remember going to one thrift store shop with her, and when we entered,
I went one way, and she went the other way. I was lost for the next 90 
minutes and did not know how to get out or even where my wife was. 
Fortunately, she found me and led me outside. It's been several years 
since that experience. 

One day we were at one of her favorite shops, and she was talking to one
of the managers. They had known each other for many years, so they had 
much to catch up on. 

In the middle of their conversation, a customer approached the manager
and asked if they had a certain item and where she could find it. 

Before the manager could answer, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
spoke up and said, “That product is down the aisle there, and turn left 
at the fourth aisle. You will find it on the top of the shelf.” 

She thanked her and walked off after the product. 

The manager looked at my wife and asked, “How did you know where to find
that product?” “I saw it the last time I was here,” my wife replied. 

Being one of the managers, she offered my wife a job. Fortunately for
me, she did not take the job. 

It's something when my wife knows where things are in the shop more than
the shop manager. We visited a few thrift stores during the days that 
we were there. 

One day my wife asked if I wanted to go to the shopping mall with her.
It's been a long time since I was at a shopping mall, so I agreed to 
accompany her. 

As we arrived at the shopping mall I looked at my wife and said, “You do
remember our rule for going into a shopping mall, don't you?” 

She nodded, took my hand, and we walked into the shopping mall together.


We walked around for almost an hour, and then two older ladies
approached us, smiled, and said, “That is so sweet. Both of you at your 
age, are holding hands as you walk around the mall.” 

I smiled and replied, “If I let go of her hand, she will go off
shopping, and I will not be able to find her for hours.” 

The ladies looked at me, smiled and then kept walking. 


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