I was at Wal-Mart today, minding my own business, when a lady looked straight at me and asked, “Do you know where the canning jars are?” The word ‘Canning Jar’ is a synonym for ‘work’ in my book. I remember those canning days, as though it just happened. First you have to go pick all those things you are going to put in the canning jar. I mean you have to put on your sunbonnet and go to the garden. Bend over in the hot sun for half a day picking the tomatoes, green beans or whatever is in your garden. This is bringing back too many nightmares, I just can’t go on. I love grocery stores and all those rows and rows of canned goods.
It turns out, the lady wasn’t speaking to me at all. There was a store clerk standing behind me.