Yep, that's right, this memaw has became a desperado.
My walk on the wrong side began last Saturday at the mall. I know, I know, that seems a strange place among the musak and shoppers to embark on my crime spree but that was the way it was.
I entered my favorite mall nail place for a pedicure because my feet were beginning to resemble Secretariat's hoofs. I placed my hobbit feet in the tub of hot water and relaxed. My feet were scrubbed and massaged and polished to within an inch of their little lives. I began to relax. My technician led me to the drying rack were I stuck my tootsies under the light. And after my toes were dry I picked up my purse and left.
Did you notice a step missing?
I forgot to pay.
I sauntered out of the mall entrance, got in my little, yellow car, and drove to Target. As I am entering Target, it hits me.
I forgot to pay.
So I got back into my little, yellow car and drove back to the mall. I slunk back into the mall. As I walked in the door of the nail salon, the owner looked up at me and said, "Did you forget something?"
So I paid.
I guess I'm lucky that I didn't walk out of Target without paying. If I had they might have sent this bad boy after me.
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