Incedent at Cabelas

Most weeks the wife and I take the motorcycle to Cabelas in Glendale, Az. It's a nice ride and we enjoy wandering around talking to the other sportsman and looking at the neat stuff. The guncounter was 5 deep so I got discouraged hanging around there, which may have been a good thing because guns are like puppies. If I hold them for more than 30 seconds I want to take them home with me. Like the Sig P220 the week before :-$ . We got a bit to eat and wandered some more. The combination of riding with the wind in my face, old age and a full belly was making a nap seem like a good idea. I'm full of good ideas usually and have the scars to prove it. So when I discovered the tent set up on display in camping and laid down on the cot inside it was just too much to resist. I told the little woman to come back in 15 and wake me. She gave me a peck on the cheek and rolled her eyes then wandered off. Well I woke up in 10 and was looking into the ever widening eyes of an 8 year old boy who shreiked "IT'S NOT A DUMMY AND HE'S LOOKING AT ME!". Well at this point his brothers, who surely were behind this, broke out into hysterical laughter. The parents came over and couldn't help but crack up too! I had to join in myself. This is pretty funny stuff :)) . The little woman came back and woke me on schedule and laughed at me too when I told her. Who says it's not fun getting older! lol
Mark