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My milkshake brings my boy to a laugh
So, I got a LOT done today. Decided tomorrow is CHILL OUT day! Cleaned the house, went to the laundromat, did my extra weekend job tonight instead of having to set the alarm for Sunday morning. Anyway – long story short.
I’m at the grocery store. Clean laundry in the car. I had asked my son what he wanted added to the grocery list and his response was ‘Milkshake’. Milkshake?? “From where??” “By the flowers” he types back.
OK.
I can do this.
I finish up my shopping and head for the flower section. A-ha! Mini fridge thingy with cups of milkshake inside.
What flavor? Crap! I grab vanilla and head for the check-out.
“Hello beautiful” The cashier says. (Pretty sure he has a little crush on me, he’s very friendly whenever I run into him at this store).
I help pack my items in my green bags – chatting away with the cashier.
He holds up the milkshake that has a little damage to the rim. Says something about making it.
“That’s OK,” I say, “Pretty sure the insides will still taste the same”.
I’m oblivious to what he actually meant at this point.
I get home.
Proudly unpack ‘the milkshake’ and raise it up to show my son like it’s a trophy or something.
My son starts to laugh.
Eh???
“Um, you’re supposed to make those”.
Eh????
“There’s a machine next to the freezer that you put it in – you make it”.
Pffft.
He also made some comment about next time he wants clam chowder, maybe I could just hand him a can.
I had a few comments for him, but I’ll keep those out of the post.
“Be safe …”
Had to break a twenty on the way home from cleaning so I could pay Nic for helping me. Stopped by the Family Dollar to grab some scented laundry sprinkles.
Not much out of the cashier, she seemed to be the only one in the store. Which was nice. No one asking me up and down aisles, “Are you finding everything alright?”
I place my item on the counter and she silently rings it up.
“$5.34”
I place the twenty on the counter. No eye contact yet.
“$14.66 is your change … be safe.”
What the F%$#?
Be safe?
LOL! She looked so serious saying it too. I grabbed my little bag “Thank you” and headed for the door.
Back in the car:
Me: Had the weirdest moment
Nic: What?
Me: The lady is checking me out, well, not checkin’ me out, but you know …
Nic: Wait, was she hot? Lesbian? Just saying, could be cool
Me: No. Anyway … she says, get this, “Be safe”
Nic: So?
Me: I mean, that’s something that wouldn’t be weird to hear on New Years Eve … but …
Nic: *Silence*
Me: I mean, what does she know that I don’t? What if she’s psychic? “Be Safe ..” Did she think I was going to blow my change on booze and drugs? “Be Safe ..” That’s creepy
Nic: You think weird
Me: Yeah, I know. You do too.
Nic: (Small laugh)
Me: Next time I tell it – she’s got tears in her eyes … her hand is shaking as she’s giving me the change – she nervously looks at me and hoarsely whispers “Be safe.”
Debauchery in the soup aisle
Debauchery Soup finds it’s way into the grocery store!
Here’s another
And one more
And the checkout lady completely missing the fact that she encountered my soup!