dog food

Yesterday I was at Petco, buying a large bag of
Purina dog chow for my loyal pet, Charlie,
the Wonder Dog and was in the check-out line when a
woman behind me asked if I had a dog. (What did she think I had, an
elephant?)

So because I'm retired and have little to do, on
impulse, I told her that no, I didn't have a dog,
I was starting the Purina Diet again. I added that I
probably shouldn't, because I ended up in the hospital last time, but
that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward
with  IV's in both arms.

I told her that it was essentially a Perfect Diet
and that the way that it works is to load your pants pockets with
Purina Nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry.
The food is nutritionally complete, (certified), so it works well and
I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically
everyone in line was now enthralled with my story.)

Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive
care, because the dog food poisoned me. I told her no, I had stopped
to pee on a fire hydrant and a car hit me.

Well, I thought the guy behind her was going to have
a heart attack he was laughing so hard.

Petco won't let me shop there anymore. Better watch
what you ask retired people. They have all the time in the world to
think of crazy things to say.