The Fat Lady, She Has Sung
OK, so I was shopping, and as I was in the checkout line, I was shocked... SHOCKED at the absolute laid-back attitude of the dude next to my check out lady. He said to MothMan - "hey, little Buddy!" Then he looks at me and says to me, "How ya doin, sister?"
Now, this gentleman was, I would say, late fifties? Italian-ish looking. But to call me SISTER? For goodness sakes. We aren't in Nifty Fifties here. You are not doo-wop man. But I smiled and put my card through, thereby purchasing my Diet Dr. Pepper.
As I moved to take my things, I noticed the woman behind me was a nun.
And speaking of weird coincidence, last week, when I was getting some brownies for the church picnic (oops, forgot to make them!), I went to the wrong car.
Now, for most, this is excusable. But not for me. Those of you who know me know I drive the ghetto-mobile. An older subaru outback with a DOOR PANEL missing.
This was ANOTHER outback- same color - ALSO with a door panel missing! Whoda thunk? Wonder if theirs smells like old sock?
And now, off to hunt for jobs. Again. Sigh.