Saturday, July 30, 2011

The Dummy Lane

At The Supermarket:

Cashier: Do you remember how much the milk is? It won't scan.

Me: I'm not positive-I don't typically shop at this location.

To The 70-ish woman behind me:

Me: I'm sorry, I seem to have a knack for finding every item in the store that won't

Pensioner: Oh, that's OK it isn't your fault.

Me: My mother always called it, "Getting in the dummy lane" because some dummy
would always hold up the line counting out pennies, or unloading 500 coupons that would undoubtedly be expired. (feigning horror) Oh god, I'm the dummy in the
dummy lane.

She laughed. I did too...sort of.

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