Excerpt from the Home Run Handbook

Before our dinner guests arrived, I ran to the grocery store Saturday night to grab a forgotten item.

In front of me at the self-checkout lane, an early twenty something guy was clutching his purchases while crossing every available appendage.

I chuckled to myself as he scanned a bunch of flowers, a box of chocolates and a box of condoms. Like a good Boy Scout, he's been reading the handbook and prepared for anything.