Standing in an obnoxiously long line at Albertson's.
Painter Man: I'm not ready for that self check out, just yet.
Me: Oh yeah? I would do it, but I have this motion to bottle of wine in one hand, while trying not to drop bag of chips and two boxes of feminine products in the other.
PM: Ha, yeah.
Manager: I'm going to open this register, just follow me.
I follow PM to the open register. PM motions me to get infront of him in line.
PM: You ... um ... have ... less items than me. Go ahead.
Me: Thanks!
1 comment:
its these tidbits i miss the most
Post a Comment