| That'll Teach Her. |
[Feb. 9th, 2008|07:22 pm] |
Sometimes life is too perfect for words.
Take yesterday at Wal-Mart. I'm doing a quick round of grocery shopping, grabbing some basics before heading home for my day off today. Wearing black knee-high combat boots, black pants, Lordi "Hard Rock Hallelujah" t-shirt, black hat, studded black leather bracelet that's so wide it's almost a gauntlet (four rows of average-size studs), skull bead bracelets, fingerless studded pleather biker gloves. You know, the usual.
So I'm minding my own business, pushing my cart around a corner, when I pass this woman and her ultra-ultra-conservative young teenage daughter. We're talking zip-up knit sweater, pleated khaki skirt hanging just past her knees, plain canvas skids, hair down, looked like she was probably home-schooled or private-schooled.
She stared at me as we passed. So, being the friendly sort that I am, I smiled. She kept staring, like she was afraid to smile back...
And ran the cart right into her mother.
I barely made it around the corner before bursting into laughter. |
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