1. A tiny little woman at Sam's Club buying 2 gallons of prune juice, 3 bags of dried prunes, 10 pounds of apples, and bulk stool softener. Whatever I have going wrong in the facial hair department, the rest of that stuff is working fine.
2. An odd conversation with the cart-checker as I tried to leave Sam's Club. It went like this:
Her: What the heck is THAT? (peering into my cart)
Me: Cupcakes. With plastic baseballs on them. I think they are rings.
Her: In that canister?
Me: Oh, that. That's the second of 2 items in my cart.
Her: (not going to give me a smiley face until I tell her what is in the plastic container)
Me: Does it matter?
Her: .
Me: Fine. They are hacky sacks. 32 crocheted hacky sacks.
Her: WHAT?
Me: They are toys. For my son's class. To give out with the cupcakes...
Her: Hrumph. (just a bright pink line on my receipt)
3. If older people get to behave like that anytime anyplace...sign me UP!
1 comment:
I think you're also allowed to mutter and drool.
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