I ran to the gas station today.
Okay, I really didn't run. I hopped into my car.
Nope, I'm lying again. No hopping here.
I got into my car today to go to the gas station.
There we go. Much better.
Anyways, I went because I was out of Diet Coke. And, anyone who knows me realizes this isn't a good thing for anyone involved.
So, Tom asks for some sweets while I'm at the store. Something chocolately, preferably. Who can deny the boy his chocolate?! Not me.
I get up to the counter with my Diet Coke, six donuts and a half-gallon of cookies and creme ice cream. I sit down my purchases and suddenly have an idea of what would be going through my head if I were the cashier.
(I suppose I should quickly add that I'm not a size 2, if ya know what I mean...)
So, I say it out loud for her:
Yeah, the Diet Coke is to cancel out the donuts and ice cream...The poor girl looks a little taken back, like she doesn't know how to respond to my comment. She mumbles something about how she wishes that were true, and finishes the transaction.
As I walk to my car with my purchases, I wonder if I made her feel awkward. Interesting...