At the supermarket this weekend:
Clerk at register (eyeing a bowl I’m buying): “This is a good size bowl. I bought one this size for my son for his cereal.”
Me: “I bought it for ice cream. Nothing healthy.”
Clerk (not laughing at my line): “This is just like the bowl I took with me when I escaped my abusive father.”
As people on the web say a lot…that escalated quickly.
I need to write a book titled Strange Things Always Happen To Me At The Supermarket. Because strange things always happen to me at the supermarket.