Oh, this little life of mine
This is gonna be one of those Because a Bug Went Ka-Choo! stories.
We're having a hymn sing/pot luck at church on Sunday. I've been trying to figure out what to make for said luncheon and I decided on comfort food. I have to use up some chili sauce I made last year so I decided on meat loaf and mac & cheese. I have this three hole crock pot, so two for meat loaf and one for the mac and cheese.
I was going to buy the burger at the commissary but things like to disappear from the fridge at work so I decided at 1:34 p.m. I had time to run to the Smith's and then back home before work. But not much time. I had to be to work at 2:30 p.m.
I'm in the express line and there's a woman in front of me. I wouldn't have paid her any attention but she ran over her foot with her shopping cart. I felt bad for her and of course, the first thing you do is look down. The young woman was wearing sandals and for some weird reason I noted she didn't have creepy toe.
Creepy toe, by the way is a Wendi-ism. Many women in Utah have creepy toe. It's where the second toe is bigger than the big toe and in the summer, said toe tends to overhang a pair of sandals, which are made to have the big toe be the longest toe. It's kinda creepy to see that second toe overhanging a flip-flop; thus the term creepy toe.
She was cute. Not anything to write home about; just average. Not that it would have mattered because even though the papers are filed, I'm still married and I've been down that road before. Never again.
Anyway, she gets her transaction done and the checker rings up mine and out the door I go with my tin of Altoids, my four cans of tomato sauce, four boxes of elbows, five pounds of burger, and box of oats. I don't see the woman who was in front of me until I'm half-way to my truck. I see her getting in her green Explorer and as I walk by I can't help but notice the thing has a temporary Utah registration and Oregon plates. I busted out laughing and I don't know or really care if the lady heard me. But I thought it was freaking hilarious.
I would have seen the plate because I followed her out of the parking spot, out of the parking lot, to the left turn lane, and down Harrison. I passed her intentionally on Harrison because I didn't want her to think I was following her on purpose. I just took my normal route home, dropped off my groceries, and went to work.
I bought a pop at work because it was about ten zillion degrees in the hangar. The machine spit out a quarter from Oregon as part of my change.
I told you it was getting closer and closer and I couldn't make that story up in a zillion years.
We're having a hymn sing/pot luck at church on Sunday. I've been trying to figure out what to make for said luncheon and I decided on comfort food. I have to use up some chili sauce I made last year so I decided on meat loaf and mac & cheese. I have this three hole crock pot, so two for meat loaf and one for the mac and cheese.
I was going to buy the burger at the commissary but things like to disappear from the fridge at work so I decided at 1:34 p.m. I had time to run to the Smith's and then back home before work. But not much time. I had to be to work at 2:30 p.m.
I'm in the express line and there's a woman in front of me. I wouldn't have paid her any attention but she ran over her foot with her shopping cart. I felt bad for her and of course, the first thing you do is look down. The young woman was wearing sandals and for some weird reason I noted she didn't have creepy toe.
Creepy toe, by the way is a Wendi-ism. Many women in Utah have creepy toe. It's where the second toe is bigger than the big toe and in the summer, said toe tends to overhang a pair of sandals, which are made to have the big toe be the longest toe. It's kinda creepy to see that second toe overhanging a flip-flop; thus the term creepy toe.
She was cute. Not anything to write home about; just average. Not that it would have mattered because even though the papers are filed, I'm still married and I've been down that road before. Never again.
Anyway, she gets her transaction done and the checker rings up mine and out the door I go with my tin of Altoids, my four cans of tomato sauce, four boxes of elbows, five pounds of burger, and box of oats. I don't see the woman who was in front of me until I'm half-way to my truck. I see her getting in her green Explorer and as I walk by I can't help but notice the thing has a temporary Utah registration and Oregon plates. I busted out laughing and I don't know or really care if the lady heard me. But I thought it was freaking hilarious.
I would have seen the plate because I followed her out of the parking spot, out of the parking lot, to the left turn lane, and down Harrison. I passed her intentionally on Harrison because I didn't want her to think I was following her on purpose. I just took my normal route home, dropped off my groceries, and went to work.
I bought a pop at work because it was about ten zillion degrees in the hangar. The machine spit out a quarter from Oregon as part of my change.
I told you it was getting closer and closer and I couldn't make that story up in a zillion years.
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