things happen for a reason

take, for instance, the little rat bastard. if the andy rooney incident never occurred i wouldn't have had to find a new groomer. if we would have killed the little rat bastard that would have been a different story too. but on the way to that new groomer i wouldn't have discovered another wal-mart. never mind that fact you can't get there from here. i kind of have to zig zag to get to state line road or county road twenty or whatever they call it where i get on it. which turns to west county line. which turns to ash. and sometime after that right before you get to the groomer it turns to county road twenty. so by the time i actually get to wal-mart i have no idea what street it is really on. but i do know how to get there. i don't care. because i don't even have to put an s on the end any longer. when i walked through the doors i heard angels singing. seriously. i think i may even have seen a bright light. the greeter actually did her job. she greeted me. the store was new. there were no chewing tobacco gobs atop the freshly laid asphalt. the floors weren't sticky. they actually had lights that enabled you to see where you were going. and the cashier was friendly. on sunday. in the morning.