The other day a man came into the store that I work at. It was kinda' wet outside and he had a shiny bald head and I nearly shouted out, across the crowd of customers, "Whoa! You have a shiny head!"
Oh. My. Garland.
I should not be allowed in public.
Then there was a young lady who came in. She was wearing a long flowing skirt and looked kinda' what I'd call girly girly, and when she came up to the register and spoke I again almost shouted stupid things.
"Man! You have a deep voice!"
As if that weren't enough. THEN I'm standing next to an older lady and I almost breathe out these words:
"Awww.... You smell like my grandma."
Which, I love my grandma, but I think most people would think that smelling like a grandma is a bad thing.
Which makes me wonder if I should become a nun and make an eternal vow of silence.
But then, of course, I wouldn't be able to randomly start singing in the grocery aisle.
2 comments:
The picture of Locke... classic bald man :) That alone made me laugh.
Had to put in something about Lost. ;)
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