At
Walmart today (you may know where this is going), an old couple were in the produce section. Let me set this up, they were probably in their late 70s, early 80s. The husband was in a motorized
scooter and had his cane in the basket. His wife was picking out oranges in her camo skinny jeans, leather jacket from the 80s with huge poofy sleeves and a bedazzled bright pink sweatshirt, not to mention beehive hair. The husband said "You wanted me to remind you we need two half gallons of milk" to which she replied "Hey stupid, I told you to remind me when we're by the milk! Does this look like the milk section to you! I'm in the middle of picking out oranges for you!". He didn't say anything else, but later I saw that he was coming back with milk, she was nowhere to be seen. When I checked out and was leaving, she was standing by the door as it was raining pretty hard. I walked past the old man slowly making his way to the car with his cane and groceries (he was just getting to his car or I would have offered to help) and he was going to pick up his wife. When I saw that,
I wondered if he was abused by her or if they have one of those love/hate relationships and really love each other a lot. Made me really sad though.
And for the record, I agree that the name should be changed.
*Whew, breathe, Brooke!...I'm long winded sometimes. Here's hoping I never have to testify*
... Willie gives me 
and makes me want to 
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