i was at the grocery store today, trying to manuever my cart between some shelves and a pallet that was parked a little too closely to said shelves, and i bumped my cart into the shelf. no big deal. i tried again and somehow bumped it again. finally i squeezed through and carried on. an old man walked past me and quietly - but clearly - muttered as he passed, "you drive like a woman." excuse me??
i stood there with my mouth open - literally - debating whether to let it go or chase him down and smack him on the head with the box of (on-sale) 125 halloween chocolate bars that had somehow made it into my cart.
my pregnancy hormones did not get the best of me, and my chocolates made it home unscathed. that old guy doesn't know how lucky he is.
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
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3 comments:
Julia0 you actually had somehting to blame it on (your preggo hormones) and you still let him get away with that???!! It took me a bit to realize that it wasn't a story about your belly being in the way- I'll keep waiting for that one (good luck closing the door in some of the those public bathroom stalls in days to come!).
And i love the costume on the post below!
Ramona
Funny, I sure remember GRANDPA driving "by feel", and Grandma is the one who is careful about only driving when she can see. Perhaps that old man was the only Perfect Old Man Driver ever, but wowzers... good AND bad driving can be pretty equal opportunity.
I'm impressed (and maybe a little sad) that your chocolates didn't get a little damaged!
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! What else can I say but that?? You're hilarious Jules!!!
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