Postal Customer
Ottumwa Publishing
641-208-5505
ottumwapost.com
•••••APRIL 24, 2024•••••
Butterfingers With a wife and three daughters, I have been asked occasionally to go to the store to pick up some items that may not be - well, obviously are not, for me. Some manly men friends tell me they would never pick these items up at the store for anybody, for any reason. I don’t believe them. These are the same guys who embellish the size of the fish that got away, the gas mileage of their pickup with the monstrous mud tires and big V-8 motor, the deal they got on their riding lawn mower, and claim they never read the instructions because they don’t need to. Right. My first mission for such products was a little awkward. Since then, I’ve gotten used to it; they’re just a necessity of life, and I don’t mind it at all. As a matter of fact, I’ve learned to make such a task a source of entertainment. For example, one day, my wife, our daughter Delaney, and I stopped at a Walgreens store in Chambersburg, PA. I needed a box of envelopes, postage stamps, and a bottle of contact solution. Walking through the aisles looking for envelopes, with my Opti-Free in hand, I noticed a tag marking a special price in the ladies’ products aisle. (I have no idea why I thought envelopes would be in that aisle.) “Three boxes for only twelve dollars. Wow!” (Just the Other Day cont’d on pg 2)