Mr. Walker Tells It Like He Sees It

Full disclosure, this is one of those I don’t take credit for– I simply enjoy the retelling. It was told to me a while back and I filed it away in my head to pass along to y’all. The good news is that I have total recall of more stories than you can shake a stick at; the bad news is that I can’t always summon them or look them up on purpose. It seems to be a matter of selective filing. I would explain the system but I don’t understand it myself. Most of the times they just have to wander back through my head. Such was the case with today’s story.

Now, the way I remember hearing it told, Mrs. Walker was a heavy set woman with a sunny disposition who was always losing and gaining the same ten pounds. This would tend to depress most people but Mrs. Walker is not most people. She just keeps on keeping on and every time she manages to lose a few, she hurries uptown to reward herself with a brand new dress—or four. Mr. Walker takes more exception to the spending spree than he does the yo-yo dieting.

On the day this story took place, Mrs. Walker had celebrated both her recent success in her never-ending war with the scales and the big sale she happened upon down at the mall. She’d brought home a slew of outfits and she was attempting to get her ample self into one of them when her husband entered the bedroom.

Eager for another opinion, Mrs. Walker executed a little turn for her spouse before asking, “Well, do you like it?”

I’m sure Mr. Walker knew better than what happened next. Perhaps it was all of those price tags that egged him into it.

“Maybe,” Mr. Walker answered “But I’m a little confused.”
“How so?” questioned his wife.
“Well,” Mr. Walker said, “Are you outside trying to get in or inside trying to get out?”

My guess is that he still regrets it.

Hugs,
Shellie