joel
Well-Known Member
We stopped in the Mexican restaurant for dinner tonight, first time in maybe 2 years. One of our 3 favorites, we don't go out for dinner very often so this was a real treat.
Ordered a beer looked over the menu, the air was filled with the aroma of great Mexican food, for about 2 sips of my beer.
But as an elderly couple strolled by towards their table it all changed. What is that smell, o man it's not the spicy stir fried vegetables and meat anymore, it was BenGay, like as if the tube was just stepped on the cream hit the fan and now sprinkling down on us.
Could that be me in a few more years, is the wife's new hello going to be, "Are you happy to see me or is that a tube of BenGay in your pocket?"
Ordered a beer looked over the menu, the air was filled with the aroma of great Mexican food, for about 2 sips of my beer.
But as an elderly couple strolled by towards their table it all changed. What is that smell, o man it's not the spicy stir fried vegetables and meat anymore, it was BenGay, like as if the tube was just stepped on the cream hit the fan and now sprinkling down on us.
Could that be me in a few more years, is the wife's new hello going to be, "Are you happy to see me or is that a tube of BenGay in your pocket?"
