“Honey, why you callin’ me so late?”
I love Christmas, but I hate Christmas retail. Here’s an exchange I had at “The ‘R Us” the other day.
Old Man: Excuse, me…um…I’m looking for…umm…what is it called?
Me: *eyeing him with annoyed look on my face*
Old Man: *fumbles with phone* Let me just call…I can’t remember what that thing is called…Can you wait just one second for me?
Me: Well, actually, I REALLY need to go to the bathroom.
Old Man: Good! Me, too!
Me: Yeah, let’s not continue this there…
The sad thing is, had I not said that, I’m pretty sure he would have carried the conversation into the bathroom. He DID follow me, but i went into a stall. We had a comedic moment at the sink as we both needed to wash our hands. Exited said bathroom, and the conversation continued as if the urinary interlude had never occurred. And it was just as awkward as it sounds…
