The Challenger

Today, after a few happy hour drinks, Dale and I stopped by our local convenience store for some take home happy hour drinks. I trusted Dale to make the purchase as I waited in the car while listening to the Stones.

“Please to meet you, hope you guess my name”

Man, I love that song.

Dale comes out of the store with a grin on his face. That means trouble, ladies and gentlemen.

It seems that young Dale made a spontaneous purchase.

Check it out

Uh yea. He bought a Du-Rag. Not just any Du-Rag, mind you. Dale bought the two toned Challenger with long tie.

When I asked him why he bought it, he said “it’s a gag gift”.

I asked him who it was for and he said “for me”.

Wow. I did not know you could buy gag gifts for yourself.

Then he said something about the fact that our household needs a Du-Rag.

Maybe he is right.

Or, maybe this is just one more descending step into insanity for young Dale.

By the way, he is still wearing it as I type this blog.