I Fell for It… Again (standard:humor, 909 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jul 15 2018	Views/Reads: 1716/1227	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
There is a time to “keep silence” and it is a wise man who knows when. That may be why people say that silence is golden.

An old saying more or less defines my life, “What we learn from history
is that we don't learn from history.” 

When I was younger, I assumed that the older I got, the smarter I would
become. I have not achieved that at this point in my life. It gets so 
tiresome to repeat the same mistakes over and over again. 

I do hope though, that this will change somewhere along my life. I am
hoping it changes before I die. 

I was reminded of this flaw in my personality several weeks ago when the
Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I spent a little bit of vacation 
time at St. Augustine. Someone had given us tickets for several nights 
in a bed and breakfast. 

We spent the whole week just enjoying ourselves. I should correct that
though. I spent the whole week reading and meditating with my eyes 
closed. 

The other side of our relationship went to all the thrift stores in the
area. She would leave right after breakfast, stop back for lunch, then 
spend the rest of the day until suppertime going from one thrift shop 
to another. How she can do this for days on end is beyond my wildest 
dream. 

Several times, she asked if I wanted to go with her, but I declined this
most gracious invitation. I remember the last time I took her up on 
that offer and we bounce from one thrift store to the next thrift 
store. They all started to look alike after a while. 

It only takes me five minutes to thoroughly examine the thrift store,
while my wife takes two hours to go through bit-by-bit every aspect of 
that thrift store. Every thrift store in the area knows her by name at 
this point. 

I, the lazier part of the marital equation, chose to stay in our room
and just relax. I am just as addicted to relaxation as my wife is 
addicted to thrift store shopping. I am not certain who suffers the 
worst addiction. 

To be honest, she has gotten many wonderful deals at some of these
thrift stores. Whenever we need anything, she knows exactly which 
thrift store to go to and she can barter them down to the very bottom. 
How they make any money on her shopping I do not know. 

Every once in a while I suffer this awful nightmare. I wake up sweating
and breathing really hard. 

The nightmare is that we have opened up our own thrift store. No dream
can get any worse than that! 

I never tell her of these nightmares because I do not want to plant any
ideas in her head. I lean strictly away from that idea. 

In spite of all of this, I still have failed to learn anything from
history. 

My wife had spent most of the day visiting these thrift stores, and also
buying things from these thrift stores, and had come home and we had a 
little bit of supper in our room. I assumed we were in for the evening. 


I wish I would know when to keep my mouth shut. As we were finishing our
casual supper, I said something that I now regret very much. I said, 
“Boy, it sure would be nice to have one of those lap desks so I could 
use my computer while I'm sitting here in the bed.” 

I did not mean for this to be a point of discussion just a casual
observation, that is all. 

Then I took it a step further. “Have you ever seen any lap desks in the
thrift stores that you visit?” 

If there is anything I could ever take back in my life, this would have
been one of them. I did not know how serious the subject was. 


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