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The little woman and I were sorting and folding clothes at a poverty-help drive the other day. A kind of modified Spanish or Mexican bullfighter's uniform in the box caught my eye---a nice black thing with silver ornaments. With no one noticing, I quietly set it aside.

When we reached home, Jonka had to leave for the store to buy my weekly supply of bacon, eggs, cane syrup, Blue Bell, and Digel. After she left the house, I donned the uniform I had swiped, and drove to the shopping center. When I entered the jewelry-china store, the women clerks screamed, some of them heading for the back, but two of them rushing to and anxiously peering out the front window.

-Old Gargoyle