I was talking to Andrea on the phone earlier today and after just a couple of minutes she abruptly announced that she was getting in the shower.
Me- “So, you’re dumping me now?”
Andrea- “No, but I’m standing here with no pants on. Do you really want to talk to me with no pants on?”
Me- “Unless you are doing something to yourself, I don’t see how that really matters.”
Then a little later I ran some errands. As usual, I ended standing in line behind someone that was having trouble making up their mind on which lottery tickets to purchase. The old guy was peering through the glass with a frown of concentration.
Old guy, pointing at the object of his desire- “I’ll take that one. And one of those.”
More pondering while I continue just standing and wishing that he would hurry up.
Old guy- “I’ll take two of those and that one over there.” Thankfully he was pulling out his wallet as he gestured to the final ticket. He paid as he wandered past me, to go sit with the other oldsters drinking coffee and scratching to beat the band. I was guessing that since he was old that his hearing probably wasn’t that great so I decided to go ahead and complain to the cashier.
Me- “Every single time I come here I end up behind old people that can’t make up their minds on lottery tickets.”
The cashier smiled politely and said nothing. Not deterred by her apparent lack of interest, I continued.
Me- “I mean, what age is it anyway, when your only hope of getting lucky is a scratch off?”