Ima Late Bloomer

So after the movie the other night, I can't even remember the name of the movie, I find out
that my trophy wife Betty had acquired this movie from the red box system. You know, the
candy bar machine that shoots out movies instead of  Mounds Bars, that's the one. Well, the
snob that is Uncle D. comes out and I tell her no more candy machine movies, right. I say to her
that I don't want people seein her get movies from a soda pop machine, you know what I
mean? On and on Uncle Donnie goes on right? I won't stand anywhere near the thing if you get a
movie outta that bubblegum machine, that's it, finished, done. WhatamIgonnado, What am I
supposed to say, no more, fini, fuggetaboudit.
I went through the same thing about the 'store'. You know the 'store'. Maybe this might help
you.....Kirkland.....Costco.....the 'store'. I really am a snob, and it took a few years to get over it.
Like in the movie Moonstruck when Cher hadda tell Nicholas Cage to snap out of it; I hadda
snap out of it and become less of a snob, and let my trophy wife Betty shop at stores that I would'nt
step a foot in. Stores like Walmart and Winco; you know them stores, right, I thought you
might. I don't even like it when she brings me underwear from Fred Meyers, capisci mi?
I know, Uncle Donnie needs a lot of work, maybe even professional help.  Nah, I've always
been a late bloomer....it always just takes me a little longer, you know what I mean?
Later,
The future non-snob D.