I just got serious attitude from the little old lady cashier for accidentally getting in an express lane with 22 items instead of 15.
Well excuuuuuuuse me, Sandra at Marsh.
How about a little holiday spirit? Sheesh.
I think someone needs to be the bigger person and remember the true reason for the season. A polite society depends on people to rise above and forgive each other for little things.
Also, I keyed your car on my way out.
Merry Xmas.
Dear little old lady singing loudly and badly in the booth next to me in the quiet restaurant;
Thank You.
I needed a reminder that song is an eruption of joy, not a staged performance reserved for practiced professionals.
I can’t recall ever getting this much enjoyment from Lionel Ritchie’s Three Times A Lady in my entire life.
Thank you, tone deaf Grandma.
Keep singing, old girl. Keep singing.
I love Dong’s Chinese buffet in Mooresville. I almost always encounter colorful folk.
Today, a tiny little old lady stopped at my table and leaned down into my face. She said, “You are a REALLY big guy.”
All I could say was, “Yes, ma’am. I am.”
She laughed, “I bet it’s great looking down at everybody.”
I replied, “Well, no one messes with me, which is nice.”
She started pantomiming punching people and making “Pow pow” noises. She was awesome.
Very Vocal Viking 