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On my way home from the coast Sat. am as I was going through Kinston, I noticed the parking lot full and cars and parked on the side of the road at the NSS. As usual my car went out of control. I couldn't find a parking space in the handicap area so I just abandoned my car close by. I couldn't find what was really going on-- I guess it was a routine buying frenzy of fishermen on a typical Sat. morning. As I walked through the door, there was a huge table stacked to the ceiling with three models of Daiwa Sweepfire spinning reels for $11.99 each. I picked a model of each , then decided that I only needed? one. As I drove off with my purchased bargain, it struck me that I don't have an extra rod to put the new reel on. Its still in my car covered by my hat. Wife keeps reminding me that this marriage is still in the trial stages and I'm running out of "tackle monkey excuses". For this latest slip up, I'm going to tell her that I took a laxative before I left for home and couldn't make it any further and felt obligated to purchase something for rest room privileges.
If you younger married fellows could share some more up to date lame excuses they would be appreciated. I feel this "Tackle Monkey Syndrome" is entering the final stages with me, unless I can find some better alibis