Last weekend I was at
“Clay, would you mind if I borrowed your ring for a minute?”
He was gracious, and went along with the scheme. I walked over to my friend, waved the ring in front of his face and said: “Look what they are giving out at Starbucks today!”
His jaw dropped as he gaped at the enormous bauble. Then he noticed Clay Buchholz standing behind me with a grin on his face. And then he understood the ruse. So it was time to return the valuable ring to Clay. It had not occurred to me when I asked to wear the ring that Clay is tall and thin and has the long and slender fingers of a piano player. I am anything but tall and then, and boast short and stubby fingers with knuckles that show the effects of several decades of gratuitous knuckle-cracking. In a word, the ring was stuck on my finger. I could not get it to slide over the knuckle of my ring finger! For a brief moment, I was not sure what to do. But after a few seconds of twisting and turning and straining and grunting, I managed to free the ring from its digital dungeon and return it to its rightful owner.
So, when young Mr. Buchholz toes the rubber tonight in
Al
Only you, Al! LOL
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