Speak Before You Think

Having handily beaten my oldest son in a cart race through the Safeway parking lot, I started my victory dance.  It consisted of nothing more than pointing, laughing and a few well chosen comments about age and skill versus youth and...youth.

"Schmuck!" Justin hollered, punching me squarely on the shoulder.

"Schmesticle!" I hollered back, saying the first thing that sprang into my mind.

Perhaps, at my age, I should put some effort into mastering the whole 'think before you speak' theory.  I'm beginning to wonder if the dirty looks I keep getting from the little old ladies doing their evening grocery shopping is less than coincidental.

- 17 October 2012