So I'm in WalMart...and you guys know how much I hate WalMart, but I live in Oklahoma so I'm required to make an appearance in a WalMart at least once every 6 months...it's the law.
So, I'm in WalMart...and this sweet little old man driving an electric cart drives up to me and says, "Ma'am, if you don't mind my saying so" followed by something I can't hear, so, like one does in polite society when one misses something aurally, I lean in and say, "I'm sorry?" and he repeats it.
I still can't hear it. I have no idea what this man has now said twice. I don't know if he's mumbling or if I'm losing my hearing and if I am, one of you had better tell me. I don't want to tell him I didn't hear him again but I have no idea how to respond, so I stand there with a dumb smile and blank expression on my face. The silence goes on a beat or two too long, so Little Cart Man (not Little Cartman; he's not buying Cheesy Poofs) finally nods, says, "Looks real nice" and putt-putts his little cart down the aisle.
What "looks real nice"? My shoe? My left eye? The cake in my cart? Yes, I went in for cabbage and bought a cake...and bean dip...it's the weekend, shut up. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT LOOKS REAL NICE.
and I will never know what "looks real nice"...but thank you, Little Cart Man...I think.
