--One day while going though a checkout with one of my children in a baby papoose. The girl behind the checkout asked me if I was saving a slimy cheese doodle stuck to my shirt for later. I glanced down to see what in Sam hill she was taking about when my son grabbed the cheese doodle and tried to shove it in his mouth.
--After fighting with him for a couple of minutes I finally got it away from him and put the dang thing in my pocket. And then whipped the slim on my pants. I tried to smile when I answered her and said no I wasn't saving it but apparently he was."
--Of course the whole incident was just one in a cluster of the many times I’d had people point out things on my clothes. Anything from dried baby spit up to cheese doodles. After changing babies I never bothered checking my clothes before running to the store. Which seemed like a constant chore what with four babies and a teenage son we were constantly running out of things.
--Needless to say this brought a lot chuckles from checkout people over the years....
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