I ran out of cigarettes. No big deal. Just throw on a sweater and some jean and off I go to the smoke shop.
I've been a regular there since I moved in last year.
They have a new girl working the counter. I hadn't met her yet.
I walked in this morning and this is the greeting I get:
Good morning Sir.
son of a gun.....THATS a hell of a way to start your day!
Posted by Tammi at March 3, 2005 09:08 AMTam...Sorry I am laughing --I know this wasn't funny as it was happening, but I am quite sure it happened because you are tall and NOT because you look like a man! Put on some of the heels that you love so much, some red lipstick and have a better ending to the day!!!!!!!!! ;)
Posted by: ALa at March 3, 2005 10:01 AMI was having more trouble getting past the first sentence. If you had to throw on a sweater and some jean, I can only assume you were just sitting around naked...AGAIN!
Posted by: Ogre at March 3, 2005 10:03 AMmmmm... naked Tammi...
Posted by: Harvey at March 3, 2005 10:52 AM:poking fun:
Uhh, how's that "lower" joke you played on me sounding about now? huh?
:)
I think I'd rather be called 'sir' than 'ma'am', which is what I usually get.
I'd much rather be able to say, "Excuse me, but I'm not a man." than, "Excuse me, I'm not old."
(sigh)
Oh No! Is the new clerk taking an ESL class?
Posted by: moos at March 3, 2005 02:12 PMNah, Pammy, I'd rather be M'am. That is a riot. I have no idea what this person was thinking because... there is NOTHING about you shaped like a man. NOTHING.
Oh.. and Ogre cracks me up.
Posted by: Bou at March 3, 2005 09:58 PMJust bring your killer puppy with you next time.
Posted by: TNT at March 4, 2005 10:18 AM