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Sometimes I Wonder Where The Money Goes
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<blockquote data-quote="RSteve" data-source="post: 563558" data-attributes="member: 164"><p><span style="font-size: 18px">This may be a re-run of a past story. My aunt and uncle, every Wednesday, for years after they retired, had lunch at the Montgomery Wards cafeteria. In their 80s, they had lunch one Wednesday, and after lunch went to the men's shoe department to get my uncle some new dress shoes. The salesman measured his feet, then said he'd be a couple of minutes in the the back stockroom looking for shoes in my uncle's size. My uncle turned to my aunt and said that while they waited for the salesman, he'd take a short snooze; the large lunch had made him sleepy. When the salesman arrived with the shoes, my uncle had passed away. When my aunt told me what had happened, I struggled not to laugh. He was 84 and died with no pain, illness, hospice, etc. He died quietly, peacefully in the f-ing Monkey Wards shoe department. God rest his soul and sole.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="RSteve, post: 563558, member: 164"] [SIZE=5]This may be a re-run of a past story. My aunt and uncle, every Wednesday, for years after they retired, had lunch at the Montgomery Wards cafeteria. In their 80s, they had lunch one Wednesday, and after lunch went to the men's shoe department to get my uncle some new dress shoes. The salesman measured his feet, then said he'd be a couple of minutes in the the back stockroom looking for shoes in my uncle's size. My uncle turned to my aunt and said that while they waited for the salesman, he'd take a short snooze; the large lunch had made him sleepy. When the salesman arrived with the shoes, my uncle had passed away. When my aunt told me what had happened, I struggled not to laugh. He was 84 and died with no pain, illness, hospice, etc. He died quietly, peacefully in the f-ing Monkey Wards shoe department. God rest his soul and sole.[/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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