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Carol Perkins: The Cart Thief Previous Column: Memorial Day and Our History By Carol Perkins Before I begin my story, I need to use a red pen on myself. (I wish I'd never used one on student papers---so dumb, but....). In last week's article about Memorial Day, the quote goes to Friedrich Nietzsche. Rob's uncle was Benjamin Alfred Coleman, and his parents are Patty and Herby, not Patti and Herbie. Awe, yes, and President Truman not Thurman (I don't think we've had a Thurman yet.) Now I feel better. Here goes.... As I was searching among the sheets (that I use to make girls' skirts for Operation Christmas Child Shoebox) at my favorite thrift store in Bowling Green, I was looking for the prettiest material. When I turned behind me to put more into my cart, it was GONE. I felt the way you feel when your child is out of your sight, mainly because my purse was under the pile. Closest to me was the back of a "hunkered down" man in a starched blue shirt and navy dress pants, pushing his cart in the opposite direction. I couldn't see his cart. I dashed up and down each aisle and ran (sort of ran) to the front door, to the checkout, but no cart. What was happening? "I can't find my cart! Has anyone seen a cart with sheets?" I announced. People ignored me, so I asked floor workers, who faked interest. Like a crazy woman, I went to the dress section next to the sheets and looked under the rack as if a cart could hide there. When I turned around, I saw it. Right where I had left it. The man in the blue shirt reached around me, put his hand on my cart, and jerked it toward him. His head was tucked into his chest. "Sir, that's my cart," I said as we played tug-of-war. When he raised his head, imagine my surprise to see Judge Executive Larry Wilson smiling at me with his prankster's grin. "I could hurt you," I declared. "Did you hear me all over the store?" He had, and loved it. Larry is a natural performer, akin to Jerry Lewis and Jim Carey. When he is in a play, a crowd comes. That's not the first prank he's pulled on me (we were in plays together, and I never knew what he would do), but now I'm gunning for him. I'll wrap a sheet over my head for a surprise attack! You can contact Carol at carolperkins06@gmail.com. This story was posted on 2024-05-31 09:47:53
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