Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Crazy, Stop Calling!

You might remember the crazy that I encountered yesterday at Wal-Mart.  Venturing back to the normal of stores, we hit a reputable nursery today for those perennials we've been on the lookout for.

Imagine my surprise when I am just standing around with Mr. Fine looking at Boxwoods when a man and his young daughter cruise up behind us.  I hear, "he-lllll-ooooo" shouted into the distance.  Now, this "he-lllll-ooooo" could have meant one of two things:

1) he was calling out for employees because he needed help
2) he was crazy

Me?  I went with 1).

I replied, "I think there were two employees and they headed over there [pointing]."

And this is what I got in response: "I don't care."


Should have gone with 2).  Clearly.  Now, taking the higher road, I didn't respond and went about my boxwood business.  But hindsight (10 minutes later and always 20-20) told me that I should have responded, "I'm sorry for trying to help" and THEN went about my boxwood business.

Dear Crazy,

Stop calling.  I've had enough.  I used to be able to shop in peace.  Now you come everywhere to meet me.  I understand that you want us to be friends.  But I can't right now.  

Mrs. Fine

Fine Divider Owl


freckleonthenose said...

Oooh, that burns me up when you're just trying to help and people respond with such sass. What a butthead.

Sarah said...

I find that anytime I venture out into a public area with other people around, Crazy is bound to find me!! :)

Sorta Southern Single Mom said...

Oh My...you seem to have a gift for attracting these people...my mom is like that...it's like someone sewed a magnet into her clothes and didn't tell her!

Thanks for following Single Mom in the South!

Latté Mama said...

Hey I'm your 1st follower! Thanks for following and leaving such nice comments! Terrible how some people are just so rude!

WhisperingWriter said...

Ack, crazy always seems to find me too. I must attract the wack-a-doos.

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