Last Weekend
Last weekend, one of my cousins from South Carolina got married. Kris, Jolene, & I left on Friday evening and went as far as Chattanooga to spend the night with Sara. We arrived in Chattanooga around 11:00, about 30 minutes before Sara got off work, so rather than try to find her place of work to get the key, we decided to just kill a bit of time and wait for her to come on home.
We stopped at a convenience store just up the road from Sara’s apartment to get some drinks. We ambled into the store and were hanging out at the back, perusing the drinks, when a man approached from the left. We all courteously stepped back, just in case he wanted a drink from the cooler, and as he came up even with us, he did a kind of double take and asked, “Are you all related?”
“Nope,” Kris said, just as I said, “Um, kinda,” just as Jolene said, “Yup. We’re sisters!” Talk about mixed messages…I think the real message came through.
So we debated about our drinks. Since Sara is a lone dweller and we know the habits of lone dwellers, we knew better than to count on Sara having adequate supplies for three extra people. So did we want sodas or should we get water? We finally settled on some of each.
As we were pulling drinks from the cooler, another man came bustling through. “Where’s the beer?” he asked. “Down there in those doors,” I said, as if I buy the stuff regularly.
Hoping to get free songs from iTunes, Kris and I each got a Sierra Mist from the cooler. Several days earlier, Kris had been with me as I purchased a Sierra Mist and I bemoaned the fact that I couldn’t just look at the cap from the bottom of the bottle and see if it was a winner. I had demonstrated by peering closely at the bottom of the bottle.
Well, Kris recalled my attempts to see what was printed on the inside of the cap and was peering in the side of the bottle to see if she couldn’t dupe Pepsi and see if it was a winner. About that time, here came the “beer” man. Kris and I obligingly stepped into the nearest aisle (Kris was still peering at the bottle) to let him through but could he continue back to the front of the store the way he came? Oh, no…he followed us into the aisle, which was quite narrow, and just stood there waiting because Kris was trying to get a better angle at the bottle.
We stopped at a convenience store just up the road from Sara’s apartment to get some drinks. We ambled into the store and were hanging out at the back, perusing the drinks, when a man approached from the left. We all courteously stepped back, just in case he wanted a drink from the cooler, and as he came up even with us, he did a kind of double take and asked, “Are you all related?”
“Nope,” Kris said, just as I said, “Um, kinda,” just as Jolene said, “Yup. We’re sisters!” Talk about mixed messages…I think the real message came through.
So we debated about our drinks. Since Sara is a lone dweller and we know the habits of lone dwellers, we knew better than to count on Sara having adequate supplies for three extra people. So did we want sodas or should we get water? We finally settled on some of each.
As we were pulling drinks from the cooler, another man came bustling through. “Where’s the beer?” he asked. “Down there in those doors,” I said, as if I buy the stuff regularly.
Hoping to get free songs from iTunes, Kris and I each got a Sierra Mist from the cooler. Several days earlier, Kris had been with me as I purchased a Sierra Mist and I bemoaned the fact that I couldn’t just look at the cap from the bottom of the bottle and see if it was a winner. I had demonstrated by peering closely at the bottom of the bottle.
Well, Kris recalled my attempts to see what was printed on the inside of the cap and was peering in the side of the bottle to see if she couldn’t dupe Pepsi and see if it was a winner. About that time, here came the “beer” man. Kris and I obligingly stepped into the nearest aisle (Kris was still peering at the bottle) to let him through but could he continue back to the front of the store the way he came? Oh, no…he followed us into the aisle, which was quite narrow, and just stood there waiting because Kris was trying to get a better angle at the bottle.
I pulled Kris to the side and “beer” man went on around us, looking at us as if we were slightly crazy. We suspect he may have been slightly inebriated, but it made for a great giggle session.
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