Couldn’t help ourselves

WE couldn’t help it.

Wife and I are staying inside for the most part and sheltering in place.  But once in while we have to get in the car and drive around.  But there are these little stops we have to make.  Happens without much thought.  Like homing pigeons we seem almost always return back to Braums.  And I’m talking about their drive-thru.  A good place to practice social distancing with a little reward.  Third pound cheese burger without the cheese and made with mustard instead of their drippy sweet secret sauce.  Or a four piece fried boneless chicken with water.  Or a vanilla yogurt Mix with reece’s Pieces.  Or occasionally pop into their market and get a half gallon of two-percent when it’s not out of stock.  Most of all I won’t touch my face.  So, we’ll go home and wash hands for twenty-seconds while singing Baa Baa Black Sheep.  Hey!  For Pete sakes. We’re old. 

Published by Okie Beyond borders

I come from a family who migrated from the parched red dirt Plaines of southern rural Oklahoma. Migrating to blue collar working class community of East Los Angeles. There is where I was born. I am Mr. Writermelon. I can only write what my grammar and spell checker allows. I am neither profound nor profane. Boy howdy! Send comment to: Mr.writermelon@gmail.com

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