I was in the supermarket the other day deciding what looked good for dinner and I had decided on this whole fresh chicken, when I noticed out of the corner of my eye a rather odd sight.

There were two rather buxom young ladies in short skirts who were twins and both bent over and looking at something on the bottom shelf. I think it was a jar of pickles.

Anyway, I couldn't help but notice their shapely buttocks and their underwear. The twin on the left had written on her underwear the words HAVE A, and on the other twins undies were the words NICE DAY.

They both ceased their conversation as they noticed I was staring at them. They looked at each other and then looked at me and smiled. Then they came over to me and asked my opinion on something.

One of the lovely twins told me that she and her sister were having a discussion about which pickle was best. Her sister had a jar of gherkins in her hands and the one talking to me had a jar of giant kosher dills in her hands. That's when they both asked me in unison:

"Does size matter?"

I almost dropped my chicken right there and then in the aisle and I said, "It's not the size of the pickle that matters" and they both giggled and went on their merry way jiggling and giggling as they went...

That's when it dawned on me. That's when everything became clear as if coming into the light and out of the darkness. It was then that I finally realized what was missing in my life.

I missed A.L.F.! I never realized how much I missed that adorable little fuzzball and the whole Tanner family and Lucky the cat...

Tags: Epiphany Muse Humor Funny

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