A Christmas Story
It was a long slow day and I was wondering what I’d do later. My wife’s gone so all I have is a cold, lonely bed to go home to, on Christmas Eve. One of my customers is a really cute thirty-five year old with a seven year old boy, Michelle and Dale. I’ve talked to them many times. She brings Dale in at least once a week, he’s a real rock-hound. My store specializes in minerals and I always spend time talking to him. I know she really appreciates it because she told me. I’ve thought about her...