In less than 24 hours I will be in Georgia, with my sister and her family. Woo Hoo! Vacation season is starting early this year. I started packing on Monday, and today during lunch I did some last minute shopping for necessities. You know, batteries for the digital camera, a high school graduation present for my niece...stuff.
I stopped at the local Rite Aid, found what I was looking for and headed to the check out area. The only cashier available is at her station, with her back to the customers and she's cutting something up. A few seconds pass and she finally notices me.
She turns around, picks up the batteries and asks me, "Are these the ones you need?"
Is this a trick question? No, I picked those up by mistake and I want you to put them back.
"Yeah," I said.
She bagged my stuff, I paid, and walked away, wondering to myself what makes people ask such stupid questions. Guess the world is full of people who are clueless about buying batteries and she just felt compelled to protect me from the shock of discovering I had the wrong type.
Where was she the first time I got married?