It’s June 26, 2024. The day started out just fine. I cooked a nice bacon and egg breakfast, using our sorta new Microwave Stoneware Bacon Cooker Cup. Following the simple directions (if you read and follow em), I prepared five crispy bacon strips. Soft scrambled egg for Margie; sunny side up for me.
After that nice relaxing breakfast, I put together a shopping list from Margie’s lasagna recipe and other grocery needs.

Sooo. After a nice start, I left the house about 1045 for my 1145 GI doctor appt.
I saw Maria, the PA, and she soon confirmed the results of my abdominal X-ray. She said I was full of s—t. I kid you not. She also told me to take some Magnesium Citrate., along with Citrucel and Miralax. Look out, toilet. As a youngster, 70 years ago, I worked part time in a pharmacy we called magnesium citrate liquid dynamite.

OK, it’s time to do my shopping errands. First stop, the Base Exchange at Charleston AFB. (that’s like a small Target or Walmart). Exchange prices are generally less than civilian stores and it’s a nice benefit for active duty and Retired military folks like me.
I was checking out and planning to use my Military Star credit card (another small benefit for us lifers). I had the card in my hand approaching the self checkout area. I scanned my few items and tried to use my card. It Was GONE. I had freakin lost it. I used another bank card I and moved outta the way so others could check out. After a panicky 30- minute search of the surrounding area and my person , I gave up and called Military Star customer service to report my card as missing. That cancelled my card so no one else could use it. The customer service lady I spoke with was very understanding. I’ll get a new card in a week or two. Only about a hour of my errand time wasted.
I then walked to the Air Force Commissary (military grocery store) next door to get my list of groceries. The Commissary is another nice benefit for military folks. Prices are about 10-20 percent lower there.
It is now 90 degrees outside, which “feels like” 100 deg. I’ve got a full back seat with groceries and my legs feel like I just ran 3 miles. Remember, I’m kinda old.
I get a text from my sweet wife. “

Reminder—I’d like a peach shake from Chick Fil A on your way home “.

Riigghhtt——(That’s an elongated “Right” with a heavy sigh and several silent cuss words).
Sooo. I’m on my way home via Chick-fil a with a car full of groceries, and missing my Star credit card and aching all over like an old fart with a pacemaker should.
Ordered, not one but two, peach shakes
And drove to the window to get em. I put the first one in my car cup holder just fine. He handed me the second one and I took it ok, BUT, the top came off and I spilled about 3 ounces of milk shake onto my lap, car seat and floor.
What a freakin mess!! I cussed, just a little and yelled loud enough to be heard downtown. I texted Margie to send a damp towel down to me. Of course, she didn’t see it. So me and my hanky cleaned the car best we could.
I sent the shakes up the elevator before unloading car and cleaning it up. Gotta keep what’s left of them cold. Had enuf yet?
I think I had. Hope I didn’t bore you with info about Exchange and Commissary benefits. I am very proud and grateful for them. Another note: I was once offered the job of heading up the Southwestern region of the Air Force Commissary Service. I had a choice and didn’t take it. But it would have been a challenge to be a head grocer of a large part of the US. The Air Force doesn’t just fly airplanes. Providing support for over 300,000 active duty folks is a giant responsibility. I spent 22 of my 30 years in support positions. Enuf