The general population of
Texas never ceases to amaze me.
I'm at
Albertson's today buying groceries on my way home. (I got off at 2:30, I love my job.) I'm standing in the freezer section, thinking about what I want for supper, when some oversize cow in a
mumu walks up and asks me if I work there.
I'm wearing a button down shirt, open to about the third button, a pair of sunglasses, a cell phone in my shirt pocket, and a pencil behind my ear. I'm not sure what made this lady think I
might work there.
"No,
I don't work here."
"Are you sure?"
This place is hilarious.