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Knocked out with one punch

When my older boys accompanied me to Kroger the other day, they nearly died from embarrassment when I dared to say goodbye to one of the baggers by name.

All I did was say, "See ya later, Clayton." You'd have thought I'd danced naked on the check-out scanner, the way they shushed me and tried to hustle me out the door.

I don't see the big deal. I see Clayton almost more than I see my husband.