What an uneventful weekend in Ireland! I mean, Pretty Woman was on tv and I went to church on Sunday....are those even things to blog about?
Two and a half days devoid of human interaction. It left me in what some would call a dire state. The closest I got to human contact is the following:
I'm at the self-checkout at the supermarket on Sunday afternoon. I'm cashing out and half-listening to the 3-year old behind me babble to her mom. They're kidding around and she's giggling and it's pretty cute.
All of a sudden, the little girl SHREIKS in this blood-curdling pitch. I look over, and the bottom of her flouncy skirt BOUNCES as a huge puddle hits the floor beneath her. All of a sudden, this girl is standing in a puddle WAY too big to be produced by such a little kid, and she is SCREAMING at the top of her lungs. Her mom grabs her up, and as she races past me out of the store, she slaps my back with this kid's soaking wet shoe.
What was on that shoe? What came out of that kid? It wasn't anything I've ever seen before. I stared at the puddle, shuddering away from the wet spot in the back of my shirt. I was still staring when a guy sloshed absent-mindedly through it, before I had the chance to worn him. He was in sandals. It turned my stomach as much as any one event can.
And that's it. That was the "high"point of the weekend. It left me confused and...uncomfortable, and I still can't imagine what that was. It seriosuly looked like a 3-year old's water broke. Yick.
I had a number of other ideas for Monday morning stories, but for some reason waking up today, grey rainy and 50 degrees, it was the only story I felt like sharing. I'm sure you can understand. :)
Have a good Monday!!
Two and a half days devoid of human interaction. It left me in what some would call a dire state. The closest I got to human contact is the following:
I'm at the self-checkout at the supermarket on Sunday afternoon. I'm cashing out and half-listening to the 3-year old behind me babble to her mom. They're kidding around and she's giggling and it's pretty cute.
All of a sudden, the little girl SHREIKS in this blood-curdling pitch. I look over, and the bottom of her flouncy skirt BOUNCES as a huge puddle hits the floor beneath her. All of a sudden, this girl is standing in a puddle WAY too big to be produced by such a little kid, and she is SCREAMING at the top of her lungs. Her mom grabs her up, and as she races past me out of the store, she slaps my back with this kid's soaking wet shoe.
What was on that shoe? What came out of that kid? It wasn't anything I've ever seen before. I stared at the puddle, shuddering away from the wet spot in the back of my shirt. I was still staring when a guy sloshed absent-mindedly through it, before I had the chance to worn him. He was in sandals. It turned my stomach as much as any one event can.
And that's it. That was the "high"point of the weekend. It left me confused and...uncomfortable, and I still can't imagine what that was. It seriosuly looked like a 3-year old's water broke. Yick.
I had a number of other ideas for Monday morning stories, but for some reason waking up today, grey rainy and 50 degrees, it was the only story I felt like sharing. I'm sure you can understand. :)
Have a good Monday!!
WHOA! What was it! What came out of that kid I must know.
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