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time it happened, I promised myself it would never happen again, as long as I lived. So much for my promises, or maybe I died. I found myself stranded at the neighborhood grocery store. I meant to put gas in my car, honest I did. Somehow, it slipped my mind. I do not mind things slipping my mind if they are not important, and if it does not involve the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. Unfortunately for me, this did. I don't mind lectures from my Beloved, if I could sometimes pick the topic. Topics like religion and politics would be a nice change. Her topic, which she never tires of, is my forgetfulness. At least I can't remember any other topic at the moment. My car was definitely out of gas and I was going nowhere in it. My only recourse was to walk across the street to the store, and call my wife to come and bail me out of trouble. Every husband knows how difficult this is because we have to do it so often. I went to the phone booth in the store and made "the call." Then I went and took a (Continued on page 6)
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