My father was rambling to me, just like in this thread. Minutes later he started snoring in mid sentence.
So there I was, less then 10 syllables away to finding out the ending to a fabulous story from his childhood. A story of poverty, money, greed, love, & determination, when he just stops cold & leaves me hanging. He also left his pork tenderlion sandwich on the table, which our dogs quickly devoured.
I tried waking him up, but all I got were incoherent mumbles & passing gas. A waste of time some may say. A waste of a good sandwich some beg to differ. All I know is that DanC, you sir, must learn to finish
YOUR stories, or someone is going to steal
YOUR meal right from under you. Not to mention, as well as nef about it on the internet.
