By Jim Stanford on January 3, 2014
On my way home from skiing yesterday, I stopped at Albertsons to get a bag of salt. Been having a problem with ice buildup on the side of my house, the result of new gutters depositing melting snow onto the frozen ground.
I grabbed a 25-pound bag from outside, walked into the store and paid for it.
As I was walking out, an older man was walking in, dressed in a shearling coat and cowboy hat. He was, unmistakably, Dick Cheney.
My first impulse was to keep walking, but I decided I had to do it, so I stopped and turned to him.
He thought I was dispensing some jolly fishing advice. “Ha, ha. What’s that?” he said, while grabbing a shopping cart. “The Tigris and —” His face went blank as he realized what I meant.
“Yeah, you should give it a try next summer,” I said, and I walked out, toting the bag of salt on my shoulder.
Twenty-five-pound bag of salt at Albertsons: $4. Dropping a slow burn on the warmongering former vice president: priceless.