How well do you know me? (II)
I turned the corner at the grocery store and was met head-on with one of those grocery-cart-children’s-ride-along-pretend-fire-truck combos that take up the whole damn aisle and make it impossible to get your own cart around. There was a 2 year old boy behind the wheel of the fire truck. He looked up to see me and said, “Hey, that’s not Daddy.”
Did I:
- Politely ask the Mom if she could scoot the cart over and then compliment her on her cute little boy.
- Lean down and say to the kid, “Oh yeah? What do you really know about your Daddy?”
- Lean down and say to the kid, “Don’t go to sleep tonight. Kitty cat is planning on sneaking into your room after dark and sucking the air from your lungs.”
- Drop a box of ribbed tickler condoms into their cart when Mommy turned her back.
- Look for a Swedish nanny to ogle while I was waiting for the cart to move.
- Do nothing but wait and wonder what the condoms were doing next to the bread crumbs on aisle 12.
6:01:51 PM 
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