We realized we forgot to purchase something needed while driving to visit the fam in Little Rock. Russ mentioned stopping at the Wal-Mart in West Memphis, a somewhat mid-way stopping point.
We walk in, heading to the department of choice but Eliot and I get distracted at a bin near the front as Russ keeps walking. I'm holding Dez to give him a break from the car seat. A twenty-something african-american male walks up and says:
"Can I fill out an application?" and grins.
I think, "Does he think I work here? huh?"
I say, "I'm sorry, what?"
He looks me up and down with a little neck roll to the side, grinning, nods at Dez and says, "Can I fill out an app.li.ca.tion.?"
I yelled, "STILL GOT IT! WOOT!" and walked away.
Not really. But I was flattered that someone on this planet thought my genes could create Dez. No wonder he wanted a piece of that...I mean...
(And if you haven't been around since 2008, you may have missed this great moment in an Arkansas gas station.)