I ventured out to the local Inbred Carnival™ to replenish my motor oil supply (the Freleighmobile is in another one of its "burn oil like it's going out of style" phases) and to pick up a sub sammich for lunch at work tomorrow.
Inside the in-store Subway there is a large line of people waiting to order or for food, so I take my place behind a mother and her toddler-age daughter.
So I'm staring blankly ahead and out the windows as the toddler girl is doing fidgety toddler dowanna-wait-in-line things, like launching herself into the wall repeatedly.
Then she balls up her little hands into fists and starts swinging them around--and catches me right in the cherries.
I bend over and the mother starts apologizing and has the daughter apologize too. So I just shrug it off and tell the kid "Be more careful; my girlfriend won't like that!"
(note: I don't have a girlfriend.)
Inside the in-store Subway there is a large line of people waiting to order or for food, so I take my place behind a mother and her toddler-age daughter.
So I'm staring blankly ahead and out the windows as the toddler girl is doing fidgety toddler dowanna-wait-in-line things, like launching herself into the wall repeatedly.
Then she balls up her little hands into fists and starts swinging them around--and catches me right in the cherries.
I bend over and the mother starts apologizing and has the daughter apologize too. So I just shrug it off and tell the kid "Be more careful; my girlfriend won't like that!"
(note: I don't have a girlfriend.)
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