Friday, March 16, 2012
Confession, I Stole Somebody's "Buggy"
A few years ago I would have been clueless as to what a buggy was but having lived back in NC for about three years now I know know that a buggy here is a shopping cart elsewhere. Yes, I know, it still sounds really weird. Can you say, "b-uuu-geee?" Apparently she had also put a loaf of bread in her top basket and I was busy thinking of a zillion other things like I always am--just ask Jeff. It looked right to me. I apologized profusely to the woman and sheepishly picked out the additional groceries I had added to her cart, and then head by to the cereal aisle. I found my forlorn cart waiting for me right where I left it.
I shame-facedly have to admit that I have actually done this one before, many moons ago. Sheesh. Is this the beginning of the end? Are they going to half to put me away? See, that's what happens when they take away a writer's printer. We get very disoriented.