02-25-2009, 12:53 PM
Time to share an embarrassing story...
The wife and I were grocery shopping last night. She had the cart parked at the side of the lane and was getting some stuff off the shelf. "I'm going to head down to the end of the lane to get some juice," I told her.
I got to the juices, looked around a bit and noticed they were out of the kind I was hoping to get. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a woman pull her cart up next to me and wait. I figured it was my wife, so as I began to turn around I start talking, "Yeah, they're out of the V8 I wa-" I stopped. This was NOT my wife. "Oh, crap, you're not B-" I stopped again. This was NOT my wife, and I was trying to explain myself. "Why am I still talking to you?" as I was saying this, I immediately looked down and started to book it down towards the end of the lane, where my wife was waiting.
Of course, as fate would have it, we seemed to run into this lady every single time we went down a new lane for the rest of our time spent in the store.
The wife and I were grocery shopping last night. She had the cart parked at the side of the lane and was getting some stuff off the shelf. "I'm going to head down to the end of the lane to get some juice," I told her.
I got to the juices, looked around a bit and noticed they were out of the kind I was hoping to get. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a woman pull her cart up next to me and wait. I figured it was my wife, so as I began to turn around I start talking, "Yeah, they're out of the V8 I wa-" I stopped. This was NOT my wife. "Oh, crap, you're not B-" I stopped again. This was NOT my wife, and I was trying to explain myself. "Why am I still talking to you?" as I was saying this, I immediately looked down and started to book it down towards the end of the lane, where my wife was waiting.
Of course, as fate would have it, we seemed to run into this lady every single time we went down a new lane for the rest of our time spent in the store.