The girl working at the grocery store checkout line last night asked me why I hadn't brought my son with me. "He's so cute!" she said with a smile and a toss of the hair. "I don't know where he is" was my only response. We then embarked on an awkward conversation about my begotten in which I tried my best not to lie. I don't know why I didn't tell her that she must have been mistaken from the start - I suppose I just didn't want to let her down - she was so excited. The sad thing is that I'll have to find a new place to buy my peanut butter and cereal.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
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I've been there! You definately have to walk away. That store has been compromised.
That is funny.
you tates are crazy. shop away.
Oops! I meant "definitely."
LOL
John, cuz, that's one of the funniest things I've read all month!
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To quote the wisdom of my college roommate Jamison Andrew Ross: "Avoid and Conquer". I think real craziness would involve returning to the store with fake pictures or even a living, breathing prop and beginning an unhealthy and poorly moored relationship with that cashier. Still a Tate possibility I'm afraid.
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