FLOTSAM AND JETSAM

BEACHCOMBER heard this from a friend in the Sugar City. A woman went shopping and as she tried fumbling in her purse to pay for her purchase, a grog cloth fell out.

She explained to the curious cashier.

“It’s my husband’s grog cloth, he didn’t want to come shopping with me because his mates are coming home for a grog session.”

Beachcomber heard the woman’s husband now keeps a second grog cloth in a secure place.