Hubby has always been a great storyteller...to the point I have to look him in the eye to see if a mischievous twinkle is present, indicating something is afoot.
were in college and dating, he worked at a convenience store. I was at his
parents’ home one night when he said, “You know the cat that always hangs
around out front?”
I nodded.The cat constantly tried to get inside when
it was cold outside and getting him back out took exasperation to a whole new
“Well, he got in again.I was busy with customers and didn’t have
time to shoo him out.Then I forgot
about him.Toward the end of my shift, I
went into the cooler to stock beer.And
there he was.Stiff as a board.”
“Dead?” I asked as Hubby’s Dad sat
down next to me.
“I wasn’t sure.So I took a rag, put some gas on it and held
it under his nose.To see if he’d come
“Did he?” I asked, almost feeling
sorry for the little trouble maker.
“Boy did he!” Hubby exclaimed, his
hands pantomiming the cat’s every move. “Second pass under his nose with that
rag and he jumped straight up in the air.Then he started running through the store like he was on fire, knocking
stuff off the shelves.I don’t know how
many times he zigzagged past me while I tried to catch him.Then all of a sudden, he just stopped in his
tracks and keeled over.”
“Dead?” I whispered, as his Dad leaned
“No,” Hubby replied calmly.“He just ran out of gas.”
Hubby’s Dad slapped himself in the
forehead and yelled, “I don’t believe it!”Seeing the look on my face, he added, “He told me this story last week
and I just fell for it again!”
Which is how I learned to look for
that twinkle in someone’s eye.