Two little girls (Girl One is on a playdate with Girl Two, who is shopping with Mom) were waiting in the checkout line today. They were having the most fun two four-year-old best friends spending a Birthday (Girl Two's) together could have.
At one point, they crouched down behind their carts and looked through the bars at me. "I'm a monster! Boooooooooo! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" "Me, too! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
[Cascade of giggles]
Alarmed, I looked around. "Hey, Kevin! [First Mate] Is this the Monster Lane?"
"Ah, no it's not!" Kevin called across the store -- where he can't even see the action.
"What do I do?"
"You're just going to have to deal with it!" At this point, the girls are taking turns growling and giggling. I turned to them and sighed.
"Well, it's a good thing I've got my Anti-Monster Gloves with me today." I proceeded to grab my freezer gloves from under the register (conveniently green-colored) and painstakingly put them on. I showed my now gloved hands to the growling Pig-Tailed Girl Monsters of Doom [my name].
"Whew! Alright -- let's do this!"
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