Personal entry: The farm supply is a great place to pick up….
Ed. Disclosure: This entry is not really food related (well, dog food I suppose), but I just had to share it with my friends who are reading this site. Part of the purpose of Almost Fit is documenting my life’s changes as I lose weight and get in shape, and while this truly has nothing to do with that, it is part of my life… OK OK, I’ll admit it: that last sentence is what is called, “a stretch.” This has nothing to do with Almost Fit. But hear me out.
This morning I had a little reminder of just how old I am (at least I HOPE it is age related).
To buy dog food I generally go to the farm supply store, which I did this morning after I dropped Jonah off at preschool. In fairness I looked kind of haggard - I was up until 2AM last night working to make a deadline, as I have been doing for a week now, so this morning I skipped the shower before I left in favor of a few more minutes of sleep.
At the farm supply store, in the dog food area there was an average mid to late teens-looking girl, stocking the dog food shelves. Let’s call her, “associate.”
Associate: “Can I help you find anything?”
J: “[distracted] - Uh, no…I’m fine, I think I found it.”
Associate: “What were you looking for?”
J: “Well I came here for dog food, but Wow - there are Chicks here!”
Associate: [with a teen look of what-everrrr on her face] “Uh, OK…?”
J: “Man I’ve gotta bring my son back here, he’ll love this!”
Associate, silent, eyebrows raised and looking away, presumably reaches for her pepper spray…
J: “Oh and my wife too!”
Realizing the tension, I grab the dog food and leave quickly.
Here’s the thing: there were horse troughs, right there, full of baby chickens and ducks, cheeping and hopping away. You know, CHICKS? On my way out of the store, dog food in hand, I thought to myself that had I instead said Gallus Domesticus Infantus, maybe I would have sounded less creepy, but I think in general using Latin names is in itself it’s own veritable creep-fest.
Ah, to be old and crusty among the young and naive.
There’s your Monday morning story.
No related posts.
Haha! You are hardly old and crusty, my friend!
I would have loved to have seen the look on your face when you realized her mistake in interpreting that one!
Is that a picture of your dog? We have one that looks a lot like that one only furrier. Anyway…I am laughing my head off …old man! Hahaha! Right! I think that the associate’s brain has not finished developing yet.
@Jen: Every day my daughter gets older, I think I get more gray hair. I think we are going to move our family to a small uninhabited island!
@Christine: Yep, he’s one of two. Yeah, I thought it was pretty funny. And there really wasn’t anything I could say to improve the situation…
my princesses love to have a dog but they are still little (5 & 3 yrs old) to have one. Everytime they see dogs, big or small they say hi and love doing it everytime they see a dog. Hope someday when they grow up they can have one.
Heh! Bad, naughty old guy, hassling the chickadee! Or not.
Personal entry: The farm supply is a great place to pick up…. | Goee.Org Says: 22.04.08 at 7:20 am
[…] post by Metroknow […]
Ha! You nut.
Thx for adding me on Twitter (@trollbaby). Nice to see some fitness peeps on there.
That is such a funny story. I could imagine my OH doing just the same kind of thing
@Karen: I am totally new to twitter, so I actually kind have no idea what I’m doing. But I’ve found a few people I know on there so far, so I’m learning as I go. Hoping to find it useful, as you have -
@LizzyT: Yeah for folks who know me its even funnier - I am the LAST person who would purposely “hassle” anyone like that!
hahaha - old and crusty indeed… Scare-a-teen-Monday!
totally giggling at that one