I admire your stick-to-it-tiveness, working the check-out, inside, on one of the most gorgeous days of October. I really, really do. But if you're going to ask a sweatpants-wearing, red-nosed, 30-something woman with some weird thing going on with her hair in that one spot in the back how she's enjoying her weekend, you really should be prepared for the intensity of eye contact and arched eyebrow after I sweep my gaze over the conveyer belt laden with Cold-eeze, Nyquil, chicken soup, probiotic yogurt, and tampons.
As we say in the South, "Oh, honey. Bless your heart."
As we say in the South, "Oh, honey. Bless your heart."
1 comments:
LOL. Very LOL.
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