April 9, 2007

Can You Drive?

On Saturday evening, I went to the grocery store to pick up some miscellaneous items for Easter dessert while Bart worked on the new bathroom sink.

I'd planned on painting that day, so I was wearing a sweatshirt, no makeup, and I had my hair in a ponytail.

The H-E-B by our house always has gobs of samples on Saturdays, and I passed a table giving out some quiche samples. Mmm. When I stepped up to the table, the woman in charge asked "Are you with her?" I wasn't, of course, and told her so.

She said "I'm so sorry; you have to be sixteen to have a sample unless your parents are with you."

Some things never change.

2 comments:

  1. Ohhh, that's terrible! And terribly funny. Sigh.

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  2. I think this story is great- almost as good as somebody mistaking you for a sixth grader when you were actually a college freshman. :)

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