The cart collector at Wal-Mart patiently waited by my side as I unloaded my groceries. He takes his job very seriously. When the cart was empty I scooted it a few inches closer to him and said "there ya go". He straightened up, clicked his heels together, saluted me, and with a very serious expression (slightly creepy) said "Thank you Madam, YOU have a very pleasant night". Then added my cart to the load and charged away.
I couldn't help but feel love for him. I left Wal-Mart laughing.
Oh, and don't even get me STARTED on what I did when the creepy dude gave me a wink and a holla in the check-out line. HOLLAAAAA! I'm sure any witnesses to incident would rightfully assume that I am completely disturbed, therefore, I was the creepy one, and the creepy dude was the unfortunate victim.
HIS fault, not mine.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
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3 comments:
u jsut crack me up. seriously. you do. im guna check out the sched for that dance class at the gym. it was fun. im so outa shape that i need to take it easy for the first little while rightnow.
you have the best crazy ppl talking to you stories. you must have a "I'm open to your thoughts" look about it. We do not have that in common.
I'd be your twin anyday
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