Saturday, July 3, 2010
You can't say I didn't try and help
So today the husband I drove past a 1966 Buick Sport Wagon that I am thinking of buying - its is so tres cool and its in better shape than the Studebaker - and then we decided to run by the Giant Eagle and pick up stuff for dinner.
Well we walk into Giant Eagle and a 20something woman who glides in, cuts in front of us and I admire her shape, which is fit, and her summer jersey dress in light grey and there, just south of where her bottom would sit, is a dark wet spot, about four inches around.
So I do the gay chivlery thing and go up to her descretly and say, "I believe that you may wish to go to the ladies room - as there is something on the seat of your of your dress." She looks at me, trys to look behind her (you know those human heads - unless you are posessed a 180 degree range of motion just isn't within your abilities, no matter how many hours you spend in a Yoga class) smiles at me and say thank you, and off she goes and continues shopping as I had just told her a ggreat big lie.
Well its a big store, and you can only help the stupid so much. And we pass our friend Manager Dave who works there and manager Dave said "Did you see the..." And I said "Yes, and I tried to tell her and ..." "they never listen!" finished up Dave.
So I tried to do my good deed for the day. Bitch can't say that someone didn't warn her!