Wednesday, May 11, 2011
I just shouldn't be allowed in public.
Those of you who have Trader Joe's in your area probably love it as much as I do. Lucky for me, there is one 10 minutes from where I live and about a mile from where I work.
I had a weird experience at the work store a couple of days ago. While in the checkout line, the conversation went like this:
(Male)Checker: "Did you just move here from the west side? I remember seeing you at the west side store."
Me: "No, but I work nearby."
Checker: "You know, it's weird, I've had, like, three customers move here from the west side. And they all pointed out that they knew me at the other store. Which was kind of weird."
(Hello...isn't that what you just did?)
Me: "Yeah, weird."
Checker: "And what's really weird is that I have this friend who does his hair like I do, and has sideburns like I do, so sometimes people confuse us."
(Why, exactly, do you think I give a flying fuck?)
Me, right before I walk out the door: "Yeah, people confuse me for other people with brown hair and big boobs all the time."
I just shouldn't be allowed out in public sometimes.