As Hawkeye's little red car is somewhat sickly these days, I got to play taxi driver and chauffeur the older hatchlings to school this morning. Easing on down the road, he keenly observed I have a box of tissues on standby riding shotgun just within arms reach, FOR MY ALLERGIES.
His exact words, "You have Kleenex in your car?!" I knew precisely what he was getting at. I did not like what he was getting at. Questions such as this make me want to be a drinker.
My exact words in reply, "Why yes, yes I do, FOR MY ALLERGIES."
His exact words in reply to my reply, "Yeah, uhh huh..."
I thought about pushing him out of the moving car right then, but that is something a crotchety little old lady would do. I may be crotchety, but I am not little and I refuse to be old. Not today anyway.
I have to go color my gray now.
I don't know you much but somehow I don't picture you as a little old lady. Only as a Lady though :)
ReplyDeleteAwww...you're too sweet! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteWerther's originals also fit nicely in old people's pockets, if you get tired of the cherry sucrets. What? I'm just trying to be helpful.
ReplyDeleteHey - I need all the help I can get!
DeleteWell I've been riding with tissues for so long that I have no idea what he was getting at. Having no tissues in the car is like riding on E. So tell me so I can be miffed with him too. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI couldn't figure out what the big deal was either, until the air in the car took an ugly turn with his insinuation that maybe I was getting on up there in years; guess in his mind, doing things like that make me an old person. Like you, thought everyone did it.
DeleteDarn teenagers!