Monday, October 27, 2008

Bag This, Buddy

So I'm checking out at the grocery story. The teenager hands me my bag and says, "Have a nice day, sir." Have a nice day, sir? I pause for a moment, and he looks at me. "Oh. I mean, ma'am," he says nonplussed, as he turns his attention to the next customer.

Okay. I'm tall. And I'm wearing my bulky coat. And maybe he's got poor peripheral vision. But sir? Sir?? Now I'll admit there have been times when I've looked into the mirror and nearly fainted at the sight of my Uncle John staring back at me. But this is not 5:00 in the morning, with me standing there all bed head and no makeup. I actually have lipstick on. And sparkly earrings.

What a way to start my week.


Dinner last night: tamale pie



2 comments:

twinmama said...

Oh, I would have whacked him. He could have at least apologized.

Love the title!

Helene said...

Geez, kids today, huh? How rude! And he didn't even apologize??