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Grouchy Is as Grouchy Growls (standard:humor, 903 words)
Author: GodspenmanAdded: Apr 14 2013Views/Reads: 1213/765Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Did you ever have a day when everything went so well that you could not believe you were awake? I have dreams of times when everything goes perfect. Then, I awake to the reality of the world around me. I guess everybody dreams of at least one perfect day.
 



Did you ever have a day when everything went so well that you could not
believe you were awake? I have dreams of times when everything goes 
perfect. Then, I awake to the reality of the world around me. I guess 
everybody dreams of at least one perfect day. 

Last week my dream came true... or almost. 

For no apparent reason I awoke from sleep feeling quite happy. I had no
explanation for this gigglely feeling of mine. I do not normally rouse 
myself from sleep with a chipper attitude. Just ask my wife. On second 
thought, don't. 

I just was in such a good mood that I broke out into song, which my wife
threatened to end my life if I did not stop it immediately. 

I did not try to psychoanalyze myself and think that perhaps this was
the beginning of senility or something. I just accepted it as a great 
day to be alive. 

One of my basic philosophies of life is, don't look a gift horse in the
mouth; after all, he might have bad breath. 

This particular day nothing could bring me back to earth. I was all but
literally dancing on the clouds and I cannot dance. But it was a good 
day to be alive and know it. 

Very nonchalantly, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage addressed me
in a rather semi-informal manner. “Would you run to the store and get 
me something?” 

Being in such a high spirit, I sang my affirmative answer to her in
spite of her glaring in my direction. I did not care. I would have 
jumped over the moon if she had asked at the time. Lucky for me, she 
did not ask. 

I was in such a good mood that I thought a shopping trip would be okay.
Let it be known that when it comes to shopping, shopping and me go 
together like peanut butter and lobster tail. It was such a wonderful 
day and I felt so terrific I agreed to go shopping for my wife. Not 
that I needed a new wife, the one I have is fine, thank you. 

When I entered the store, I had a nagging feeling that something was
wrong. Being in such a great mood that I was in, I shook it off and 
rebuked it firmly. 

In record time, I found the item my wife needed. Dancing and singing up
the aisle, I went immediately to the checkout counter. When I got 
there, I found nobody there. On the counter was a bell and next to the 
bell, a sign that read, “Ring bell for cashier.” 

Being in such a great mood, I rang the bell to the tune of the song I
was singing at the time. After all, happy is as happy shares, and I had 
my share of happiness at the time. 

Then I heard it. 

“All right,” growling from the back of the store, “I heard ya. I'll be
there when I get there.” 

If I would have stopped there, it might not have gotten out of hand.
Being in the goosy-kind of mood I was in, I had to take it one step 
further. I stared at the bell until I could stare no more and then I 
broke out into song accompanied by the cashier's bell. I wish you could 
have been there, it was spectacular. 

“I heard you the first time,” the voice exploded from the back of the
store. “I'll get there when I get there and not a second sooner.” 

I smiled to myself and reminded myself that nobody was going to spoil my
mood of happiness today. Then I saw her stomping up the aisle towards 
the cashier counter where I was waiting. If looks could kill, and I am 
not so sure they can't, I would have died on the spot. 

I do not think steam was coming out her ears, but I am not absolutely
sure about that. I know there was fire in her eyes, which were focused 


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