I should have never gotten dressed this morning. Don wanted to go do a little last minute shopping and I reluctantly agreed when he decided to go below the mountain. Since Mother and Daddy live off the mountain and I haven't seen them in over a week, I decided to ride along and we'd stop to visit with them on the way home.
After slipping and sliding in the ice all over our dirt and gravel road, we finally got to the paved road and the drive was wonderful! The day was bright and clear; the sun was shining; there was very little traffic. I was starting to feel happy about deciding to go along with him.
We got to our first stop, ran in, picked up the few things we needed and were out in less than 15 minutes! It was delightful! Then, we met the Parents for lunch at their favorite restaurant and enjoyed a wonderful meal. Afterwards, off we went to this tiny "Superette" down the road which carries oysters in a barrel, straight from the shore! The truck wasn't in yet and we couldn't get our oysters for tomorrow night's dinner, but we had a very nice visit and left with a small bag of old-fashioned hard candy. You know the kind. It is what Grandma put in our stockings along with chocolate drops, orange slices, a pack of gum, and nuts. I was fairly singing at this point.
Our next two stops were equally as wonderful and just as quick as the previous two. Then, we had to go to Wally World, the bane of all that is decent and holy. No matter. I was blessed with an exceptional parking place and off we rushed to finish our shopping. I was nearly dancing as we hurried toward the store. As always, I was in the lead, looking back over my shoulder and talking with Don. A man in a very handsome hat and bomber jacket was walking toward us talking with a woman. From a distance, it looked like my Uncle Bobby. I adore my Uncle and haven't seen him since he had bypass surgery, so I was excited to run into him. I threw out my arms and shouted, "I've been wanting a hug from an old man today!" And laughed and ran up to him. Just as I got to him, I realized This. Is. Not. Uncle. Bobby.
To his credit, the man threw out his arms and hugged me, all while I protested that I made a terrible mistake!
"Do you know my Uncle Bobby?" I asked. And gave him my Uncle's full name.
"No," he laughed.
"You could be his twin, really!"
His wife looked at us both. "I am really glad to know it is a mistake. I was trying to figure out why a woman I didn't know wanted to hug my husband."
We laughed again, I apologized and thanked him for the fine hug.
"Merry Christmas!" I called as they walked off. "I am going to die from embarrassment," I whispered to Don as we waved at my new "Uncle."
"Merry Christmas," they laughed.
Needless to say, I have an opthomologist appointment on Monday.