Funny Story of the Day:
Okay, so I'm working at the store and an older gentleman walks up to my counter, and I greet him cheerfully and he answers, "Hello, Baby!" I glance at him quickly because he's not the sort you'd be expecting to pop out with something like that. He looks back at me just as shocked as I was looking at him, I imagine. He stammered, "I meant to say Debby (my name is on my vest). I don't talk like that. Jees. I don't even know where that came from." And he was so embarrassed, standing there apologizing, and I felt awful for him. I guessed that what happened was that he took a look at my name tag, initially misread my name, did a quick double take, and then just blurted out the wrong thing. I don't know. Anyways, he was really embarrassed, and I do know this man, a little, from the Cancer Center, though I don't think he remembers me. The best way to describe him is 'salt of the earth'. He would no more talk to a stranger like that than my Tim would. So I looked back at him, and in an attempt to put him at ease, I blurted, "Oh, no. Please don't give it a second thought. Usually it's me coming out with something that makes me sound like a ninny." Long pause as we studied each other. My face began to turn as red as his. "Not that you sounded like a ninny," I stammered. "I don't know where that came from..." Bless his heart. He was still laughing as he went out the door.
Ay yi yi.