It's 40 degrees. The sun is out. It's nice.

Yesterday Ginger and I went shopping at Pats and then slid over to Pamida to pick up a few things. While Ginger did her thing I went rubber necking to see what they have. I was buzzing around in a scooter and the next thing I know there are 3 employee's watching me and following me around the store. Now I'm not paranoid but every time I stopped to look at something they would get on their radios and try to see what I was looking at. I don't think I was doing anything wrong. Most people around here like to run in and run back out of stores but not me. I have to look at everything. I don't get out much. Maybe once or twice a month so when I do get to go out I like to make the most of it. I think next time I go out I'm going to bring one of my walkies and mess with them. Every time I go in there they follow me. I know they don't really have much to do around there being that they only get freight twice a month but damn it, it pisses me off. I'm going to have to sit outside in the parking lot and mess with them, just like we used to do at Micky D's with our cb's. Boy would the drive up people get pissed off at us. we would key up our radios and get their headphones squealing. That was fun.