Mar 25, 2009 21:56
So this morning I breathed deeply approximately 54 times (and held it) so that a technician could accurately assess more of my internal organs.
Since the MIL was watching the 4 year old, I stopped off on the way home, mostly to prolong the silence, but also to acquire some hot tea and a breakfast bar. Upon checkout:
Checkout guy: How you doin?
Me: I'm doin' alright, how are you doin?
Checkout guy: Good, good. And how are you doin?
Me: ...
Checkout guy: Oh wait, did I just ask you that twice?
Me: Yes. Yes you did. I'm fine, just so you know.
Checkout guy: (with headcock) Well, I can see dat!
me,
wackos