Five words you do not want to hear from your son while you're out of town whether you're menopausal or not:
Did the neighbors call you?
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Baked and befuddled on the Boulevard
I went to a lot of trouble to cross midday traffic on Colorado Blvd. to get to The Great Harvest Bread Company. Cute little bread girl pierced like a pin cushion gives me huge slab of 9-grain bread with butter to eat while I'm waiting for my loaf to go through the slicer. I pay up, leave with bread in hand, savoring my good luck and the fact that I will have something to munch on as I crawl home through northbound traffic.
After slogging through two blocks of brake lights, I start thinking about bread in hand vs. bread in bag...sliced...sitting undisturbed on the Bread Company counter. Beskewered bread girl does not offer me a second slice of bread, nor does she find my "Oops, menopause moment!" comment the least bit funny.
After slogging through two blocks of brake lights, I start thinking about bread in hand vs. bread in bag...sliced...sitting undisturbed on the Bread Company counter. Beskewered bread girl does not offer me a second slice of bread, nor does she find my "Oops, menopause moment!" comment the least bit funny.
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