After unloading the groceries into the back of my car yesterday, I headed toward the ‘cart corral’ with my empty cart.
“Hey! Ma’am!”
I turned, and the old man continued: “Can I have your cart?” He pointed to his foot, in a cast, and I walked the cart over to him.
I smiled; he smiled. Then he hobbled into Harris Teeter leaning on the cart.
As I was pulling out of my parking spot, I noticed this plastered across the back of his van in HUGE letters:
KISS MY A$$ AMERICA.
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As Doc Watson used to sing, “Life gets teejus, don’t it?”
Yes it does!
By the way – I love the new edit option. Tell A I said THANK YOU!
I posted a second more important post today. If you get a chance jog on over and read it.
Oh, good. He will be pleased to hear that. Now I’m headed over to your blog….
Ain’t it the truth!
Yup. And this was so funny and unexpected. Though I always seem to have strange encounters with people in parking lots. Well, everywhere, come to think of it….
HAHAHA! Is that a true story?
It is indeed true. It happened just yesterday… Honestly, I don’t know why I try to make stuff up sometimes when the real thing is so much more profound.
I heard an interview with Laurence Block once where he said all he needed to do was pick up the NY papers in the morning and he had enough material to last a lifetime.
I may post some of my other parking lot encounters at some point.
So true!! There is plenty of strange and hilarious things in life, what writer needs to make anything up?
Gee, do you think we can get this guy for the RAOK challenge…tee hee
Uhhh….Let me think about that one. Next month, when we do the KMA (kiss my….) challenge, I’ll see if I can link up with him at the grocery store.
Oh, now I get it. Nice addition,that’s cool.Mr. A is a handy guy.
He’ll be pleased to hear that. He’s still waiting for the vegan cheeseburger or whatever it was you were going to make for him.