KK and I did some shopping at our local outlet mall yesterday. Outlet malls are great - they sell the exact same stuff in stores at a "discount" that you can easily duplicate on line. No matter - I needed some shoes and I find it impossible to get something that fits my big, dumb, misshapen feet without actually trying on the shoes. At the first store I think we cheered the morose teenagers manning the register with our cheerful insouciance. At the second store I remembered the clerk from a previous visit - I hijacked her music system by saying: "Alexa, play some Black Sabbath." It actually worked to general hilarity.
I get away with abusing people in A.A. because I'm impervious to any and all incoming abuse. If you think I'm an idiot go ahead and say so - I'll probably cheerfully agree.
One of the most contented regular members of our group lost a leg in a traffic accident several years ago - he was supervising a crew of landscapers working in a traffic median when an out of control truck hit him and several co-workers. He told me he remembered looking down and thinking: "Where is my leg?" I ask him how he's feeling often because he never complains - he'll tell me that some days he has phantom leg pain in the leg that's missing and some days there's a lot of rubbing and chafing where the prosthetic connects to the stump that remains. That dude is spiritual.
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