Friday, June 01, 2012
As told to me by Lois, my 80-year-old Yoga friend: Her daughter's neighbor makes 1:00 a.m. run to the local CVS for lubricant. He's in line behind a twitchy guy who buys a knife. Goes home and tells his partner about the guy. They tune into a police radio (doesn't everyone have one?), and hear that a knife attack has just taken place. Lubricant lover calls police. They get the video of the knife guy making his purchase, identify him, go to his home, where he makes a full confession. In conclusion, I feel strongly that the new bottle of lubricant was not opened that night.