I Should Be Embarrassed; But I'm Not

- After dinner last night, I needed to stop by Tom Thumb for hair product and Cokes.

The pomade that I use is the best I've found on the market. It leaves no residue, doesn't dry and leave a hardened appearance, and it smells good.

It's also expensive.

After the teenage kid working the register rang up the two items, he announced the final bill. A few seconds after the scanner recognized my discount card, he announced the reduced price. Acknowledging that I pay too much for hair product, I asked if he could keep lowering the price.

Looking for some way to establish some male bonding, he said, "Oh, you know how much women have to spend to make their hair shine."

Melissa guffawed and I laughed. "Yeah, except that hair gel is for me."

I dejectedly walked out the door glimpsing over my shoulder for Ann Coulter.

- I thought I was almost there only to find out I was never even that close.

I am terribly irresponsible with sunglasses. To make matters worse, I've received, over the years, several pairs of higher end sunglasses for Christmas or my birthday, or whatever. I keep them for about a year and then unknowingly transfer ownership to whomever finds them first.

Visiting Durango about 6 years ago, I left a pair of sunglasses on the dinner table of the Bar-D. I didn't realize my error until after we arrived back at the hotel, about an hour away. The next morning, I called to see if anybody had turned them in. Sure enough, the description and brand matched. I woke up early and drove out there. When I got there, however, they were not mine. It appears that somebody found my pair and gave their cheap glasses to Lost & Found. It was too good a trick not to laugh at it.

Last summer, I finally owned up to my irresponsibility and bought a pair from Walgreens. I told myself I'd not purchase another expensive pair until I lost them.

Problem is, I can't. Sure, I'll misplace them for a couple of days, but they always show up again. I lost them for about a week and gave thought to replacing them. Sure enough, I found them in the bottom of my satchel.

- Not that I didn't appreciate every call or text message yesterday but my favorite was from Brian.

He called at 3:30. Not to wish me a good birthday, but to confirm driving directions around town.

I got off the phone, thought about our 20 year old friendship, and realized that's the exact reason we're friends.