I picked up my brother, Paul, at the airport in Rapid City when we were back in South Dakota for the Mark Park Fundraiser. He was flying in from Texas. It was late (after 9 PM) so I was the only one who welcomed him home at the airport. Honestly, Paul, if you want a welcome home committee try getting a flight that comes in around 7 PM.
I had to stop at Walmart for something for Mom after I picked up Paul. He was sooo excited that his first stop in South Dakota would be Walmart. Ok, he was not a bit excited.
As we stood in the checkout line I noticed a Coke cooler and mentioned how I never find my name. I opened the cooler and picked up a bottle and right behind it was a "Share a Coke with Karen" bottle. NO STINKIN' WAY!!! I didn't take the bottle out because who wants to share a Coke with themselves?
Paul mentions he never finds his name. So I try again - and neither name is Paul. I pick a third bottle up and behind that one was a bottle that said "Share a Coke with Mark" and I just about cried. I had never seen a "Mark" bottle before either. I was beyond excited to find a "Mark" bottle, especially that weekend. I asked Paul if he wanted to share a Coke with "me" because it was just too good of a chance to pass up.
Then I took Paul to Taco Johns for potato oles and back to Mom and Dad's we went.
The night was going great until I saw the "Karen" bottle in the garbage!
Really, Paul! I was going to sign that for you so you could take it home and never forget me.
Some people's children!
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