Take, for example, the frequent sightings of frantic chili-cheese dog consumption at stoplights. Or consider the "I'll take the BLT, but with no lettuce or tomato" order by coworker-who-will-remain-nameless. Or, there's my personal favorite, the "salesman" who stopped by to sell us steaks from his pick-up. At 9 p.m. (We didn't buy, thankyouverymuch, despite his sales pitch of: "Ya like steaks, doncha?!")
Today on our shopping trip, however, I was thrilled to have my camera ready for this. I'll let Romy's face tell the rest of the story.
This is too funny for words!! I don't know how you do it.
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ReplyDeleteJulie, in my defense (because I don't want this to be a mean-spirited blog), I was just trying to take a pic of the ridiculous pig sign...when the woman dove into my frame (and into the bbq offerings). But as they say, a picture says a thousands words...so I'll shut up. :)
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