Yesterday, on our way out of the Kroger parking lot, I said, “Oh, I keep meaning to pick up my dry cleaning.” Husband put on the brakes and said, “Well? It’s right there. Might as well do it now.”
I hesitated. “No, it’s ok. I’ll get it later.”
He let up on the brakes and then stopped again. He pointed across the parking lot. “It’s right there.”
I ‘fessed up. “It’s been there for a really, really long time.”
“How long? Do you have the ticket?”
I fumbled for the pink receipt in my wallet. “Fifteen months? Oh, man. I can’t go in there.”
“Tell them you’ve been in a coma.”
Hahah!! I am so gonna use that one!!
I know, right?! I didn’t have the nerve. I immediately apologized profusely. The cashier narrowed her eyes and said, “You know, your clothes are probably gone by now.” Of course, they were still there.
I Lolled.
Margaret Ann Ruhl….bwwaaaahaaa.
So funny.