Purina Diet

I can not shop at Costco anymore!

Yesterday I was at Costco buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for my loyal pet, Necco, the Wonder Dog, which weighs 191 lbs. I was in the check-out line when a woman behind me asked if I had a dog. What did she think I had an elephant?

So because I’m retired and have little to do, on impulse I told her that no, I didn’t have a dog, I was starting the Purina Diet again. I added that I probably shouldn’t, because I ended up in the hospital last time, but that I’d lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.

I told her that it was essentially a Perfect Diet and that the way that it works is, to load your jacket pockets with Purina Nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so it works well and I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in line was now enthralled with my story.)

Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care, because the dog food poisoned me.

I told her no, I stopped to Pee on a Fire Hydrant and a car hit me,

I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard.

Costco won’t let me shop there anymore. Better watch what you ask retired people. They have all the time in the World to think of crazy things to say.

Okay, obviously this not a true story.  I stole it from a Facebook posting that Señora showed me. BUT I could easily see me riffing like this in line.

I was in a slow moving line at the supermarket one time.  Folks were idly chit chatting when someone said something about  marriage.  I remarked that I had been married nine times.  I could see the eyes of the person turned my way get big and wide with her eyebrows arching.  Before I could elucidate them further of the joy of nine bouts of matrimonial fever, the line started moving again.  I am sure to the relief at least a couple souls.

Subscribe to Curmudgeon Alley