Comments From Strangers

I really need to get with the program and start making to do lists for my weekends; since my anal retentive side would go crazy if items were not crossed off. But here I am with nary an item accomplished this weekend. But I did manage to get some really great naps in, so I accomplished something right?

The weather has been a little decent but while my Nashville friends endured another onslaught of rain, we got little. Really? All I am asking for is a bit of rain to cool this place down and possibly get rid of the bugs who are antsy to find water.

I had a funny moment at Publix yesterday afternoon. I love that place but this location is a bit off for me. Everyone is kind, polite and willing to go the extra mile (a requirement for Publix employees apparently and I like that) but as I was checking out, young bag boy asks if I need help to my car. No problem, I like having someone else drag it out to my car anyway. As we are heading to my car he asks me if I am a Steelers fan. Gee, what gave that away? Could it be the Steelers shirt I am wearing? The smart alec in me wanted to say no, why do you ask? This shirt? The only shirt I own that is clean and I was forced to wear it. . . But I just smiled and said, yes I am. Then he starts in on Rothlisberger and his suspension.

Let me say this, I have been a huge fan of his since he started with the Steelers. I am disappointed in his behavior and if I had the opportunity, I would gladly ball him out for it and then some. And yes, I have his jersey, given to me for my birthday almost two years ago by my BFF and her husband. I will still wear it but also will probably invest in a Ward or Polumolu jersey as well.

I get small talk but there are some things that do not need to be discussed while carting groceries out. It would be like being asked about your political or religious affiliation.  Those are a bit deeper than your average grocery store conversations.

Of course, just a few weeks ago, I had the cashier looking at my ID and he kept looking at me and then to my ID. I wanted to yell what but opted to just smile, waiting for him to relinquish the card. He finally says to me, “You must have gotten this picture taken first thing in the morning.” Not, oh I see your address is list as Nashville, you new here? Or something similar. Just pointing out the obvious that I look rough by the end of the work day. Why yes, my hair is kind of crazy by the time I have been out and about. This happens when the humidity is nasty.

And I thought that my lack of dates had to do with other items but apparently my hair and choice of pro team really kicks up the dust in these parts. Another reason why it was wonderful to shop in Nashville. People didn’t have time to chit chat, provide commentary and didn’t really care.

So to the future run-ins with the employees of Publix, yes, I look a bit rough, sorry about that and yes, I cheer for the Steelers. BTW, I also cheer for Ole Miss. If there is anything else you would like to know, just ask. I am starting to get used to all the questions and chit chats while getting my groceries.


What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

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