Touchdown!

Greetings folks.  We had no problem exchanging the tool set at Sears.  On to Macy's!  I miss having that store local.

 

Trying on coats there created some concerned looks.  An old lady with wild hair and gray roots kept grabbing her left arm and wincing in pain.  When I grab my arm in pain I also bend over as if I'm ready to hurl.  I'm not sure if the other shoppers were concerned about that or if I was having a heart attack.  After several attempts, even with his help, I had to stop.

 

  While Mark was watching TV in another room, I tried on an older coat (younger days, thinner hips) and happened to get stuck.  First of all, it was too small, and trying it on with a sweatshirt beneath was just .. well... stupid.  The delicate maneuver of slipping the bad arm in at the same time as the good one without his help failed, and the coat somehow ended up stuck on my head and covered my face.  I could not lower either arm because my head took up all the slack in the coat, nor could I raise the arms any higher to release the tension.  I started to panic and ran around with a full length coat covering my face while signaling a touchdown.  Not quite up all the way, may be called for a review, more like a cheerleader signaling the V for victory.  Mark looked at me as usual with that "what the hell" look on his face.  Couldn't pull it off the arms without breaking my neck, couldn't pull it off my head without breaking my arms.  I started laughing so hard, and although the bathroom was close, it was an unattainable goal.   

 

In case you ever see a woman signaling a touchdown with a coat covering her face and head, grab the hem and pull it up over the head to release the victim.  If she has claustrophobia, expect a panic until the coat is completely removed.

 

I'm taking several Tylenol and going back in to score today.

 

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