A woman walked up while I was stocking cheese at the LG today.
"You have a lot of cheese here," she said.
"Yes we do," I replied, smiling since assuming that she was having trouble choosing.
"Lotsa Cancer," she said in an admonishing tone. She disappeared down the dairy aisle before I could even process the remark.
I've decided I need to start writing down the wisdom that our customers share with me.
Also, I need to start quoting the hippie parents I encounter on a daily basis here in The Green Mountain State.
"Sage, hold Willow's hand. Sage, I need you to stop ramming that wine stack with the cart. Sage, I need you to listen. Sage... Sage..."
Today's was "Cypress, come to papa."
Glad I have a day off tomorrow.
2 comments:
We had a Heaven at the village school.
I think my favorite in that realm is Chastity. I mean, you're just begging a girl to become a stripper with a name like that.
The hilarious thing about Sage, of course, is that I was looking around for your husband.
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