Well, shut my mouth.Out toodling around... Fred dropped me off at the Disabled Person's Unloading Dock in front of Home Depot. Waiting for him to park, I pulled out my Palm to continue my obsession with Crazy Daisy.
A smartly styled, poofy-haired Elderly Southern Lady stood next to me, uncomfortably shifting from foot-to-foot, waiting, I suppose, for her Southern Gentleman to bring the mid-sized Plymouth Breeze around.
She determinedly hoisted the bag-that-matched-her-shoes higher up on her arm, stood, if possible, even *more* ramrod straight, and said to me -- because polite conversation was necessary:
"Do you know Julie Barnesforth, dear?"
"No, I don't. Sorry. Why do you ask?" I say, in my best smiley-voice.
"Well, Julie is in a wheelchair, too..."
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