George Michaels

The manager of my local Zehrs just retired.  Nice guy.  Wayne Reidel.  I ran into him last week at the store (Saturday was his last day) and he told me he was retiring at the end of the week.  I was shocked!  “How old are you?”  He said “I’m 55.”  “How long have you been with Zehrs?”  “40 years!”  40 years!!!  There’s not a long of companies out there that you’d work for for 40 years.  But if you’re a regular customer at Zehrs, as I am, you’ve probably noticed that it’s one of those places that some people give an entire career to.  I’m guessing Wayne started as a bag-boy (at least that’s what they called them then) and worked his way up.  Now he’s 55…and retiring.  Then…he told me he’s already got his part-time job lined up.  I thought “Why don’t people know how to retire anymore?”  Then he told me what his part-time job was going to be.  He’s going to be a starter at Rebel Creek Golf Course.  Okay, I was wrong.  Some people really know how to retire.  Congratulations Wayne.  Enjoy that retirement.     

In two weeks, we’re in Mexico with a group of CHYM-FM Platinum VIPs…our Trip-a-Day winners.  Carole informs me that she needs a new bathing suit.  Okey-dokey.  Off we go to the mall.  This wasn’t the toughest thing I’ve ever done.  Basically she models the bathing suits, and I tell her which ones look the best.  Well, they all looked good.  The toughest part for me was trying to remember which one was the 2nd one, which was the 3rd, etc, etc.  I don’t have a great memory to start with.  I thought that maybe I should’ve brought a digital camera along.  Wouldn’t I have looked like some kinda freak!  After two stores, about 60 minutes, and maybe 8 or 9 bathing suits, we’re done.

Me?  I don’t need a new bathing suit.  Just another reason why being a guy is so much easier.  I could balloon to 250 pounds, or drop to 150 (not likely), and my bathing suit would still fit.  Elastic waistband…plus a draw-string.  I’m packed…let’s go.