Aw...come on...

You know how someone tells you a crazy story and it's so bizarre you just can't help but respond with an idiom like "You're kidding!", "No way!", "Get out of here!", "Shut the door!", or this one "Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit!". Credit for that one goes to Marquita, a scrapbooking friend from long ago in Georgia.  She could roll those kinds of things off her tongue until you were on the floor laughing and couldn't breathe.

Anyway, a while back, I drove The Truck to Publix for groceries. I tried to find a picture of it (the truck, not Publix) and can you believe I didn't have one so I had to "Stop the presses!" and go take some.

Notice the photo angle. I did that purposefully as to show you how HUGE this thing is! When you drive it, you are above every automobile and truck on the road and you can eyeball truckers no prob.

This is not an ordinary Ford F-150. It is a ........ KING RANCH. I say that with awe and reverence. I am not kidding. It doesn't matter where you drive it, people stare at you and mostly the truck. And it isn't an ugly look, or a particularly envious one. It is a look of longing and admiration. It just blows my mind.

Sometimes I end up just having to drive it, although I prefer Jim to. It really is BIG. Anyhoo, I had to go to Publix and I had to go in the truck. Going to the grocery store is not always easy for me, as the floors are concrete, which hurts my legs, so on and so on. I try to not let the list get to long so the bags aren't too heavy for carrying inside at the house. We were out of coffee at home; yea, I know, and yes, it was on the grocery list. Publix has a fresh pot at the front of the store to share with customers so I decided that would be very pleasant.

Our Publix in Fairview. I am so proud.

When I was finished with my shopping I took my bags out to the truck in a cart along with the coffee I had left over. I am a very slow coffee drinker. Ask Jim. He always finds it in the microwave sometime later in the day... cold. Off I went, home again, jiggity-jog in The Truck.

When I got home and got out of the truck, I had to walk around to the passenger side to get one bag and when I rounded the bed of the truck... jeepers!

Yes! I am not joshing you!
There was my coffee cup right where I left it on the ledge of the bed of the truck!

And, because seeing is believing, I had to run in and get my camera to capture this for posterity, maybe even Ripley's Believe It or Not. Oh, it gets better. Tee hee. See the faint line about midway up the Styrofoam cup? There is still coffee in there!!!! No! Publix is not across the street from my house!!! It is four miles away!! Two hills and at least three pretty intense curves! In case you need a little more proof...

The mind boggles.

Wonders will never cease.

Well, slap my head and call me silly!