Our hotel is fifteen miles from downtown and connected to a mall. It is 97 degrees Fahrenheit outside and sunny as shit. According to the weather channel, there are fine particles in the air, presumably pollutants. I went shopping and in the mall was introduced to the Alabama HEY.
Macy's lingerie department:
"How's yer dad?"
Barbara rang up my purchase. I found out that her dad isn't doing well and she spent all night taking care of him. When I pulled out my wallet and counted change, Barbara stole a look inside my courier bag and took a break from saying hey to ask, "Are yew in the pen business?"
After flashing a blank expression, I looked down and realized that Barbara had seen the eighteen pens stashed in the front pocket of my bag.
"No, she just steals them from hotels," Jimmy said.
"I'm a COLLECTOR," I said.
"Better than matchbox cars, I guess," added Barbara.
Ten minutes later, I pushed my way through a family that was blocking the entrance to a store, mom in the middle of the doorway, calling out out at the top of her lungs,
"HEY!...HEY!...HEY DAY-AD!" (Dad)
And then, "Hold on a minute! I'm gonna go say HEY!"
Yeah, you are.
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