Okay, I am scratching my head over a few things I have seen in the past few days.
Pictures in a Gas Station
I was in a gas station the other day, standing in line to purchase Lotto Tickets. Okay, no lectures on my gambling. I spend one dollar every once in a while as a diversified part of my retirement portfolio, so I was here, patiently waiting to waste my dollar when I saw it. There was a woman getting cigarettes, and someone waiting in line in front of me had a cellular phone, and before she bought her cigarettes, the guy points the phone at her and takes her picture. Right there in the store. I could not believe it. This woman, who I would not consider that hot, and this guy – who now has to be considered a dork – sort of steals her picture.
Okay, it is probably not illegal and perhaps not immoral. But certainly that action is in bad taste. I could not believe it.
Table for Two, Not for ~Deb
This event happened three times in the past 10 days or so. Not just once. But I will just describe one of the three events.
I was sitting in a mall the other day, enjoying my bourbon chicken, minding my own business. Now, I will not tell you exactly where this mall is (okay, it is the Savannah Mall), but there is this place in the food court that serves this yummy bourbon chicken. I have a sneaky suspicion that the place puts some type of addictive substance in the chicken or the sauce, because it is so good. For those of you who have yet to orgasm, try this chicken. It is close, oh, so close.
The bourbon chicken is normally my treat for doing well in a mall. So here I am, by myself, peacefully eating my drugged chicken, and I see a mother changing her child's poop-y diaper on a nearby table. All I can think of is that others will be eating where the baby's feces was removed. Cute baby, I know, but feces on an eating surface. Enough said.
Flirting at a Gas Station
I was pumping my own gas yesterday. I don't like pumping my own gas. Truth be told, I try and get hubbie to borrow my car so he has to gas it up when he is driving it.
Hubbie: Did you know your car was almost out of gas when I was driving it. I was driving on fumes.
Leesa (looking helpless and cute): Oooppsie. Thanks for gassing up, sweetie.
I just don't like pumping gas. Anyway, here I was, after getting the pump going (it had one of those latches that actually worked so I did not have to stay there pumping gas), I was getting all of the trash out of my car.
So after fishing gum wrappings and such from the car, I wiggle out again and catch a young woman in the passenger side of a truck staring at me. Her eyes were hungry-looking. She was giving me the eye! Her car window was three-quarters of the way down, and she was gliding her fingers on the curved glass. She seemed to be flirting with me.
I did not know what to do. Obviously she was with someone, so I take a long way to the garbage can to peek at who was gassing the car she was sitting in, and I see a woman perhaps twice her age. Her mother, I am assuming. They looked like they were related. So this teenager, probably still in high school was checking me out. Weird.
Part of me just wants to stay in bed today. Too many weird things are happening to me.
2 days ago