I went to what we refer to as “the country store” the other day to get things for dinner. We call it the country store because it’s really more like an olde time General Store than a convenience store. They’ve got a butcher, a produce section, pet section, alcohol – the whole nine yards.

I wandered around and gathered what we needed: marinated chicken, milk, cream, french fried onion rings, Stovetop stuffing, rolls.

I walked by the “home improvement section.” I saw a bundle of rope. It was clothesline.

I couldn’t help it. I grabbed it. I put it in my little basket, thinking of all the delightfully kinky things that we could do with it once the kids went to bed*.

As I got up to the counter, one of the older women who works there gestured me to a free register (there are two) and started to ring me up. She did a bit of a double-take at the clothesline and chatted about how amazed she is that they sell it there- seems they have all kinds of odds and ends there!

I chuckled to myself; if only she knew!

As I took my receipt and gathered my bags, she called out, “Enjoy your clothesline!”

I turned back and gave a wry smile. “I definitely will!”