after working in hell and anticipating for nothing to happen at the local thrift store with my family for an evening of shopping for wedding apparel and accessories for our joyous and momentous occasion. excursions through the land of your neighbors throwaways. my son finds Mexican pants, my soon to be finds an ice cream cone dotted shirt, my daughter finds Halloween trinkets and I searched for cheap books, electronics, furniture, and jean jackets. all of which have nothing to do with what we originally ventured out for. my soon to be finds a top hat for me to wear to the wedding and I try it on and check myself out in the mirror with satisfaction but out of the blue, a garrulous wrinkled old man, raises his thunderous voice, startling my entire world and completely catching me off guard. telling me I looked good in the hat but suggesting that I wear a brown top hat instead, that he found in the neighboring aisle. brown not being my color, I politely decline his suggestion and he walks off down another aisle looking for his wife with a cart full of antiquated artifacts screaming, DEBRA! DEBRA! our natural instincts are to join him so then, we started screaming, DEBRA! DEBRA! we laugh a little bit during a few moments of silence and we hear it again... DEBRA! DEBRA! the jocularity of our idiosyncrasies were to continue screaming and laughing. more and more voices joined in and started yelling back... DEBRA! DEBRA! before we knew it the whole store in every department was calling out the name... DEBRA! DEBRA! the air was drunk with laughter and magic. I hope he found his wife. as long as that old man is alive, something is happening. I will never forget him even if he has already forgotten about me.