Dedicated to the middle-aged checker at Winco who served me as I bought my morning groceries, and to the young woman who also worked at Winco who came out to speak to him as he scanned those same groceries.
Young Woman: I couldn't sleep at all last night. I got up at four in the morning.
Checker: I was sound asleep at that time.
Young Woman: Dreaming about me, right?
Checker: You're the only person worth dreaming about.
(The young woman walks away.)
Checker (to me): I know. She's young enough to be my daughter. I know.
Me: (Silence. Trying to think of an appropriate response.)
Checker: That's what my daughter tells me, too.
Hey there! You've heard of that group, haven't you? They're the ones that picket soldier's funerals. We didn't know they were here until we moved here.
ReplyDeleteTo find where they linked to me, you have to scroll waaaay down on their "news" page. It says something like, "Get 'yer shirts!" and calls me a beotch, and then tells me to read Luke 6:22, I think.
I took the original post down, so it doesn't link to that entry anymore, but still....
That's great and totally awkward!
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