Yesterday I was at Wal-Mart buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for my loyal pet Sheriff the Wonder Dog and was in the checkout line when a woman behind me asked if I had a dog. What did she think I had . . . an elephant? So since I'm retired and? have little to do, on impulse I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, I was starting the Purina Diet again. I added that I probably shouldn't because I ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IV's in both arms.
I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it
works is to load your pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so it
works well and I was going to try it again (I have to mention here that
practically everyone? in line was now enthralled with my story).
Horrified, she asked if I ended up in the intensive care because the dog
food poisoned me. I told her no; I stepped off a curb to sniff a Golden
Retriever's behind and a car hit us both.
I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack he, was
laughing so hard.
Wal-Mart won't let me shop there anymore.