Unexpected item in the Bagging Area…

I’m checking out in the supermarket – as you do – and get one of those chatty gals who likes to comment on *everything* I’m buying. After years of this, I’m used to it and answer the deluge  of questions which are now cascading.

She picks up one item and says “They look nice. Are they new?”
“Eh…yes”, I answer.
“Not sure I’d like them. Not a great fan of herbal tea myself.”
“Neither am I”, I respond, wondering what she will say next.
“Do they taste nice?” she asks and I answer that I don’t know.

“Good Lord!” says she as she drops the item abruptly on the conveyor belt, her cheeks now glowing red.

Not knowing what to say, I mutter “Eh…pretty box.”
“Indeed”, says she as I take the box of sanitary towels and pack them in with the rest of my shopping…

Dealing with an -ex

Breaking the silence on tonight’s commute…

“Jaysus!” she shrieked after looking at her phone.
“What’s wrong?”
“Text from the ex.”
“What did he say?”
“Read it.”

“F**k – you – and – your – belly. F**k – you – and – your – belly – of – bellies!”

“What the hell did you say to him?”
“Here. Read it.”

“Are – you – getting – the – kids – runners – for – Christmas?”