Thursday, July 1, 2010

Feeling Clandestine

That's right.  Call me stealthy.  I felt particularly sneaky as I drove up to the designated drop point in my sleek, gangster car.  I had brought cash.  It was high noon.  I was ready for the exchange.
Not completely without a hitch because I forgot the scrap of paper containing my accomplice's cell phone number, but we did manage to find each other.
She took my cash, and I drove home, feeling victorious, having commandeered the impossible.

What had I compromised my identity and my fortune to obtain?  Why, tickets to the St. Paul Rodeo for Saturday night.  We found out a couple days ago that most of our kids are coming home for the 4th of July weekend.  Tickets for the rodeo were sold out.  I wanted some.  I checked Craigslist.  Well, you know the rest.


Kim said...

What I want to know is if you wore a trench coat?

I'm so glad you were able to get tickets! Enjoy your weekend with your family!!

Nancy said...

I want to know if you wore the hat that goes with the trench coat down close to your eyes????

Laura said...

You're so funny. Have fun at the rodeo!

Kim said...

I want to know if you wore a pair of gloves to avoid unnecessary fingerprints with the trench coat and the hat that goes down close to your eyes?

Ardith Haws said...

Yes, yes, and yes.

Larry said...

YIPEE KAYEE' Target of all places! Thats the epitome of clandestine. Should have used $1 bills. Put them in a ziplock tied to your dogs neck with a note in his mouth. Rookie move. LOL