Unfiltered Story #173093
(I’m at the checkout of the grocery store, swiping my card, when I feel someone briefly put their hands on my shoulders. I turn around and see a little old lady behind me, so I figure she just lost her balance a little. Of note, there’s been a half-empty water bottle sitting by the card reader since before I got in line, and I’m wearing a pair of “five-fingers” running shoes.)
Old Lady: Excuse me, but are those shoes comfortable?
Me: Oh, yeah. They’re really-
Old Lady: I wanted a pair like that, but with the diabetes, I can’t.
Me: That’s too bad, I hope-
Old Lady: I wanted them for yoga, but I can’t find any yoga pants that-
Cashier: *helpfully interjecting* Here’s your receipt! Have a good day!
(I thank the cashier and skedaddle toward the exit, trying to build a mental wall between “old lady” and “yoga pants”, when the little old lady yells after me.)
Old Lady: HEY, IS THIS YOUR WATER?!?
Me: NOPE!
Question of the Week
Who is the worst person you’ve ever worked with?