So, i'm waiting at the bus stop today and a 20 something guy who is smoking like a chimney says to me:
"Mom, you need to smile more!"
me-"Did you just call me mom?!"
(my brain is searching. what other stranger calls me mom? someone someone. oh yeah! young african american males call females, "mommy" i haven't heard this since i was in baltimore)
him_"Yes, I did. I call all older wiser women, mom"
me-"Well, to answer your question. I never smile if i am standing within a mile of a person who is smoking aciggarette."
him-"See that? I made you smile"
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He gets on bus. He tells the driver: "You have a nice smile. People really need to smile more. It's a beautiful day.
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Saturday, February 23, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
"Out of my way to avoid......"
Please, please have mercy on me! The worst form of torment is being forced to talk about the weather! I walked to the market this morning, dreading, having to go through the cashier line!
Please, please just ring me up and let me the heck out! I had this vision today of my tormenters tying me to a chair with ropes and forcing me to TALK ABOUT THE WEATHER ALL DAY!
I got in to the line with 2 items. Oh no here it comes:
Cashier: Pretty day. not as cold as yesterday.
Me: (He's rung me up so i say thank you and that's it.)
I try to walk away and he says: "Wind coming tonight, won't top 40 until tomorrow!"
All I can say is: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
In any given day i am forced to go through at least 3 lines to deal with human cashiers. I do prefer the automated lines for this reason. Everybody wants to tell me what the weather is.
How are you? they ask.
I'm here. I answer
Well, it's a beautiful day at least, they say.
Mmmm Hmmm. I say.
I get the distinct impression that i am torturing these cashiers by my unwillingness to engage in small talk.
I go the ladies room today and what comes over the loudspeaker but the song:
"IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY!"
(i can live with that. i do love the song. and i love the synchronicity of that song coming on. In my next post, i will put up that song.)
Please, please just ring me up and let me the heck out! I had this vision today of my tormenters tying me to a chair with ropes and forcing me to TALK ABOUT THE WEATHER ALL DAY!
I got in to the line with 2 items. Oh no here it comes:
Cashier: Pretty day. not as cold as yesterday.
Me: (He's rung me up so i say thank you and that's it.)
I try to walk away and he says: "Wind coming tonight, won't top 40 until tomorrow!"
All I can say is: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
In any given day i am forced to go through at least 3 lines to deal with human cashiers. I do prefer the automated lines for this reason. Everybody wants to tell me what the weather is.
How are you? they ask.
I'm here. I answer
Well, it's a beautiful day at least, they say.
Mmmm Hmmm. I say.
I get the distinct impression that i am torturing these cashiers by my unwillingness to engage in small talk.
I go the ladies room today and what comes over the loudspeaker but the song:
"IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY!"
(i can live with that. i do love the song. and i love the synchronicity of that song coming on. In my next post, i will put up that song.)
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