IN THE HEAT IN THE OLD WEST WITH AN OLD GUY

That's my story in the nutshell.

There's not a whole heckuva lot to do in the waning days of August in Arizona.  Sweat is not much of an option, at least not humidity induced sweat.  But furnace blast heat makes one gasp for much needed air.

Since the time to buy swimming suits is late Summer and the time to buy an iron is when the old one goes out, we went Monday shopping.  I didn't need a suit, having already bought mine two weeks earlier, on sale, of course.  When you consider where we live and where we go when traveling, a swimming suit or two is a necessity.  Since I don't iron--bless my wife--I had no need to go except to get out of the house.

So here goes a 62-year old off to shop for women stuff.  Bored to death, I discovered mannequin hands can be turned in all kinds of directions.  So  I arranged them to suit my mood.  Oh, not a lot of them, because there were a few salespeople around, but enough to make me think,"What other old guy would be doing this?"  But it was kinda fun spinning a paw backwards, another contorting in a painful position even for a mannequin, and one, who seemed to be stuck up, maneuvering her hands into a gimme, gimme position.

Iron purchased, along with two suits and a cover-up, we left Dillards or was it Macy's?  Whichever store has movable mannequin parts.  And it beat sitting in those uncomfortable chairs near the dressing rooms.