Today, for lunch, I went to a bar. Slow day. Upon entering, a man approached me, and told me I looked about the right age. He had a black briefcase. He asked me if I liked Lynyrd Skynyrd. I was laughing and said, sure. Then he reached in his briefcase and pulled out one slightly used, size XL women’s shirt. The front says, “Lynyrd Skynyrd” and the back says, “protect Southern Rock.” It is even my signature color, black, and thank goodness it did not have a rebel flag on it. He left the bar, and I had 2 Jack and Cokes, (what else do you drink after getting a free Lynyrd Skynyrd shirt?) Sometimes I really think my life could be a reality show. Kind of like Myrtle Manor. Or Real Word BFE Midwest!

There you go! All 10,80000 minutes of it!