I was in the self checkout at Albertsons trying to remember which type of Tomatoes I'd picked out when the guy behind peers his head around the side so he can see my face. Apparently he thought I might be his 15 yr old daughter, who should be at her mothers house, not out right now.
He said I had the same jacket, shoes, jeans and haircut! I cross examined on the shoes and he conceded that they may have just been similar.
I'm a little distressed. Maybe I need to find a new wardrobe.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
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New wardrobe? Maybe new genes would be more helpful. Remember what Granny Irene said about the family's ultra-young look: "It's great when you get to be about fifty."
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