all the Sagittarius I know

I spent part of last night with a dear friend who is convalescing, a Sagittarius woman, someone I hadn’t seen or heard from in a long time. And it was a good reunion, of sorts. See, when she opened the door of her trailer, I was sure she had put on a special T-shirt, or a bow tie or something. She was really in a strange neck brace, and she’s just recovering (in fine style, nonetheless) from a bizarre emergency surgery and I didn’t get all the details about the injury — it’s another one of those freak things that’s getting to all the Sagittarius I know. Now, I’m a big one for astrological research, and when she asked if I could run her to the store, I happily agreed. K-Mart shopping at a late hour, sound evidence for how a Sagittarius shops…. Only, this time, it looked bad. Here I was with a woman with a neck brace on, and she was pushing the shopping cart. Because it was a spinal injury, my Sag friend needed support when she walked. So there I was — roaming the store with a woman in neck brace, but she insisted on pushing the cart. How could I be so thoughtless? I’m sure folks were talking. Look: she wouldn’t let me push the cart, it was a doctor ordered thing. But it did make for an amusing scenario which only served to emphasize my redoubtable, non-noble nature.