I'm at work today, as usual. I've had my daily schooling from a nice old fellow who feels the need to explain every size and caliber of bullet ever made and the kind of guns they go to. As usual I go into my bobble-head mrs. nice person customer service mode. Nodding and smiling as he explains " This here 22 shell only fits the 1903 model Heh, Heh, Heh. You know there's only one place in the country you can get these, (raises his eyebrows while waiting for me to ask where) It's in California. But, I got me a box of 'em Heh, Heh, Heh." As he is rambling on and on my mind starts to wander thinking "What should I make for Dinner?" "I wonder how long that sale is on at Macy's?" "Is it time to go home yet?" Pay attention. I figure I better say something "That bullet must be more powerful since it's bigger" I say. Stupid!! Here comes the full explanation of the distance and power of the ammo. Oh no!! I spot Gus coming out of the back. SAVED!! "Gus, come here! You need to go back in the office, it's not time to go home yet!" Gus looks at me with that "Are you kidding, where do you thing I'm running off to?" look. Off to the office where I can watch the security cameras until the coast is clear. You'd think I'd retain at least some of this info, but it just goes right out of my head. This must be what it's like to have dementia. I can see Steve snickering through this whole thing. I'd love to take him to the make-up counter sometime and watch him learn about moisturizers and toners. He'd be smart enough to walk away and pretend he couldn't hear. That's it, I feel a hearing problem starting!