Now I know about those guys I see sitting in their golf cart, staring into space, or reading a book, or whatever.
Their wife has gone into Publix ("No, don't come with me; you'll just get lost, and I'll never find you"), with every intention of getting the week's (month's) shopping done, without his interference!
Maybe next time, I'll offer them some comfort. I'm sure they'd enjoy a Bloody Mary, don't you think?
SWR
