I was shopping in Randalls the other day. I needed a jug of root beer and a red onion for my brisket “mop”. Mop is the sauce you keep slopping on while the brisket is preparing itself on the smoker to enter into my mouth. I digress.
I am checking out. Swipe my card. Punch in my pin number. An alarm goes off. Oh great. My card is bad. I am overdrawn. I don’t know what’s going on. The checker tells me I am a winner. “Really?” Yep. I was a winner. This particular Randal’s just got a major facelift and overhaul. And they were giving away stuff all day. What did I win? An ipod shuffle. You know, the kind you clip on to your sleeve. Wow. That was cool. It was the second time in a week I won something.
A few days before, we were at the Round Rock Express baseball game. They called out our row and seat number. We won a blockbuster goody pack with videos, shirt, toys, and some other junk. Wow. That was cool.
I am trying to think about what to do with this ipod. Give me some ideas. I don’t need it. My kids don’t need it. My wife doesn’t need it. It’s an inferior product compared to the gear our family is packing.
By the way, the Brisket was mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. And that’s the most important part of this story. Hickory smoked goodness.