I'm Back

Or as Elton John would say, The B!tch is Back.

Today, after I dropped MiniMe off at the elementary Kiss and Ride, I headed out run a few errands. First stop was the Shoppette/Class 6 where I purchased a soda with my debit card just so that I could score some cold hard cash. I pretty-please-with-a-cherry-on-top asked for small bills to use at the laundry mat. The cashier gave me ten ones & balked a bit at following that with 2 fives, but eventually forked them over.

I was all smiles & full of gratitude and expected in return only a simple "you're welcome" or an "aw, shucks, it's nothing ma'am, just doing my job". What I got . . .

"Well, if I didn't know any better, I would think you were headed to the strip club."

Dude! Really?! You said that out loud?!

"I suppose that a HausFrau dressed in gym clothes, wearing borrowed-from-Laze-E flip flops & chugging a Diet Caffeine Free Pepsi could be headed to a strip club. At 0930 on a Monday morning. But, alas, you are right. I. am. not."

Yep. I said that out loud!

And, being a smartelic was loads more fun than doing PCS laundry, buying groceries & running 3 miles.

Probably not as much fun as the strip club, though.