If I Had a Dollar for Every Time I'd Wished Somebody Would Shut Up . . .
Know what I hate? Times when embarrassing things happen, and somebody decides to call attention to it, instead of pretending it didn't happen. Times like this morning. I'm busy ringing up merchandise at the register, and the customer (who, naturally, HAS to be a guy) starts mumbling about my bra strap slipping down my arm, trying not to smile. Ha, ha. Very cute and funny. Thankshaveagooddaygetoutofmysight.