..MARKETING GENIUSTrue story.Went to a major grocery chain store today to buy among other things, a mop bucket. Had no problem finding mops, brooms, w...isk brooms, dust pans et.al. No buckets. I managed to flag down a store manager of all people and asked him where I could find a mop bucket. I was NOT very politely informed they do not stock mop buckets."But you have mops" We don't stock mop buckets"Just then I spotted a stack of buckets a couple of aisles over in a corner of the highest. Watched her mother get fucked by her dad in the kitchen. the mother (the one who's now part of the main stories) bend over the kitchen table being taken from behind by her husband, pushing his belly up against her mothers arse, then moving back the mother sank to her knees she saw what looked like a red hot stubby poker sticking out from her fathers groin, which her mother spat on and kissed, rubbing the poker fast, white fluid spat from the end some in her mother hair some on her face. Not. Many a battles he fought with his mighty sword. ‘Viraat’- the great one they called him. A handsome chap was he, all built up like a stallion and manners that put a gentleman to shame. He-‘ ‘In the army? Soldier? Did he fight with guns? Like in the movies?’ the kid bombarded him with his questions. ‘Yes he served in the army for a few years. But you see, Raja Mahendra Pratap, the King, did not like guns. His soldiers fought with swords and spears and bows and arrows. And Viraat was always. I quietly asked Rhee in the seat next to me, “Are you nervous?”She looked at me, grimaced slightly – if that’s a possibility, and nodded.“I’m sort of glad, but why are we nervous? I sort of get it, but sort of don’t.”Quietly she answered, “I’ve been trying to figure that out, myself. I don’t remember what we did in History because of this.”“Hopefully, at least one of us can get her act together for this afternoon, else it could be ... less than great.”She nodded emphatically.In the garage,.