Not to ask the freaking checker at our local grocery store how she is. Holy Mary Mother Joeseph. It took her t w e n t y minutes to check my groceries in-between pausing to tell me how bad her Lupus is and Fibromyalgia, as well as her depression and the fact she isn’t moist anymore.
My eyes glazed over when she began about the barometric pressure, and I threw up a little in my mouth when she said she wasn’t moist anymore — “Everything’s dry as a bone, it makes intimacy most difficult”.
However, what was worth it was the look on the PIC’s face when I said “You know this checker over here talks way too much. Not only did it take 20 minutes to get through her line, but I had to hear her litany of health issues. And did you know she has a moisture issue now? She’s dry as a bone and it makes intimacy most difficult.”
He was drinking a cup of Starbucks, and he choked on it. Satisfied I smiled and said — “Have a nice day Tom.” And went on my merry way.
When I got home after unloading my groceries I wrote on my chalk board 100 times:
“I will not ask the checkers at the grocery store how they are.”
OMG TMI!
Holy Crap!!
HAHAHAHAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA
I’ve come to the conclusion that everyone has lupus, fibro, depression, ADHD or ADD, dyslexia, can’t get an erection but when they do it lasts four hours or they’re dry as a bone and you wonder who ever offered them one in the first place AND their problems are bigger than yours.
I demand that you write for me an entry on what to do with the other three hours and forty five minutes of this erection. No, no – three hours and fifty-five minutes. So far its a great place for all those hangers when you’re ironing or steaming clothes.