The Joys Of Travel

by Smitty

McCain is off to Wasilla, and I’m off to see my mother-in-law, a lovely German lady, on the occasion of her birthday. I have the camcorder along, and hope to coax her to re-enact my last arrival.
There was some street work underway, requiring my wife, D., to park some blocks off. Mother-in-law was aware of a visit at some point from D., but no mention of me in tow. Sporting a goatee, I walked up to the door alone.
I knocked, and she opened in the cold morning air. She didn’t recognize me immediately, and assumed me part of the road crew. Seconds passed. Recognition. She slapped me.
All that to request the indulgence of the readers, as comment approval may be delayed in all this travel.
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