Grocery
I went to the grocery store the other day to pick up candy to give out at hallowe'en. I was wearing something close to my normal get-up: jeans, t-shirt, sports jacket. The t-shirt features a skeletal arm playing a les paul. And I'd forked my beard as I am now wont to do.
So I get to the cashier and she says, with an arch little smile, "Just what are you supposed to be?"
My answer: 30 years of cynicism.
She absolutely did not know what to say.
So I get to the cashier and she says, with an arch little smile, "Just what are you supposed to be?"
My answer: 30 years of cynicism.
She absolutely did not know what to say.