He Touched My…

So I think I’ll conclude today’s disgorgement with a funny story. Again… involving IHOP Buddy. When she came to Columbia before the holiday, one of our stops was Sam’s Club… a huge wholesale place that she doesn’t have near her town so she likes to stop by whenever she visits. With a hungry family of four, wholesale in bulk comes quite in handy.

Amway, as we left the store, we had to pass the inevitable dood at the door who checks everybody’s cart against their receipt. And this dood was thorough… poked through every item in the cart, moving things around to see what was underneath and such.

So he finished up, and we continued our way to the parking lot… and as soon as we were out of ear shot, she turned to me, all indignant, and exclaimed “He touched my bread!” Now, given the amount of pure indignance she imbued this statement with, my ears first tried to complete her sentence: “He touched my breast!” Perfectly understandable, considering the two words sound an awful lot alike.

Now, I couldn’t recall ever seeing him get that close to her in order to commit such an offense, and it took at least a half a minute of trying to figure that out before my mind finally registered what she’d actually said. I totally busted up laughing, though she was still fuming over the man poking her bread. And, of course, that was even funnier.

After I explained, she finally saw the humor of it all (but then my faulty hearing has been the source of much humor over the years)… and her bread really did survive the close encounter in much of its original condition. *grin*

Wow… so I’ve wasted quite an impressive amount of time today. Only 2 ½ hours left in the workday to muster some motivation to start on those guide updates. Ah well… perhaps tomorrow will be a more inspirational day. :)