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.
4 comments:
She'll understand someday!
Yup - JeanMac took my comment!
Hope that bread tasted good!
That was my comment as well! She's too young to understand yet and thinks she will never be old!
I followed the trail from your blog on shingles! As a 56 librarian your blog answered my patrons question and mine! It's normal....
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