Ran out of quarters for laundry so go to bank at a grocery store. While I'm there, I might as well get groceries too. Pick up some hamburger patties and chicken patties on sale. Forget the hamburger buns for patties so stop at another grocery store on the way home. Oh yeah, forgot cat food too. I didn't write that on the list.
The bagger and cashier at 2nd store had an interesting conversation. While bagging my cat food and hamburger buns, the bagger informs all the great things his stepmother makes, homemade cooking. Cashier replied, "Oh so that's why you love her more than me, you should judge people by how they treat you not by their cooking" Bagger answered, "If you tasted her cooking you would care." Cashier asks me if I cook. Uh, yeah, I say. Cashier says every woman cooks so that's nothing special. I left with my groceries. Yeah, every woman over 50 cooks homemade meals. We younger people are more accomplished microwave chefs.
Now home listenig to Precious snore. Earlier P was chaing Frodo. Such as life.
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