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Wednesday, March 10, 2004

Shouldn't you have a dog with you?

Ok, I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried. Honestly this is a true story that happened and I don't know if I'll ever recover from the whole ordeal.

My mom and I were at a store recently where I was trying on sunglasses. I tend to break mine within 5 minutes of purchasing them. Mostly because I throw them in my purse and they get crushed. Anyways, After trying on 500 of these things, I decided on two. One is kind of leopardy and the other are just plain ol' glasses. I was undecided about the leopard ones because I thought they were a little big on my face but my mom loved them and thought they looked great. **Note: this should have been my first clue right here, I used to make fun of my mom for wearing these big "bug" glasses where the lenses take up half of your face. These glasses were made for the 80's. And I'll try not to mention that she wore these well into the 90's. I should have dropped the glasses at the store and ran away as fast as I could. But I bought them instead.

Which leads me to the present. I was wearing them over the weekend while Aaron and I were running into the grocery store. I was holding his arm as we entered. We were walking incredibly slow because there was an older man in front of us walking with a cane. ~I think you see were this is going...

As we entered there was a sales associate walking out returning a cart to the corral.

Sales Lady: "Well, who do we have here?"

Me: looking around to see who this lady is talking to. Realize it's me and wonder who she is.

Me: "Umm, I don't know, Who do we have?"

SL: Touching my arm at this point, she says "Ok, I'm Jane." (Names have been changed to protect the stupid)

Me: I have absolutely no idea who Jane is so I take off my glasses to get a better look at her.

SL: Turned a cherry shade of red and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were blind."

Me: ??

Silly me, here I thought she thought I was a celebrity.......

The glasses have been thrown away.

I didn't even want to bother returning them and have the cashier laugh at me, because frankly, I can only take so much embarassment.


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