On the morning of July 5 (our 30th wedding anniversary, with thanks to John Cappleman, Kevin Grier, Randy Hutter, Brian Roberts, and Andrew Rosen for attending way back when...), I got up early to go to the grocery store. Not many people there at 7:00 am.
I got to the checkout aisle, and the young lady (25 years old, not at all unattractive) gave me a big smile. I'm thinking, "Oh, yeah, I've still got it."
Then she started actively laughing. I looked down at the cart, and saw these three things:
That's right: Roses, a sparkly anniversary card, and men's hair coloring.
She apologized for laughing, but kept bursting into giggles as she tried to get the stuff charged. She was still laughing, and telling the other store workers, about my cart contents, as I slunk off to my car. I do NOT "still got it." Fortunately, I'm married, so I don't really need it.
Happy Anniversary, Donna Gingerella! I love you!
I got to the checkout aisle, and the young lady (25 years old, not at all unattractive) gave me a big smile. I'm thinking, "Oh, yeah, I've still got it."
Then she started actively laughing. I looked down at the cart, and saw these three things:
She apologized for laughing, but kept bursting into giggles as she tried to get the stuff charged. She was still laughing, and telling the other store workers, about my cart contents, as I slunk off to my car. I do NOT "still got it." Fortunately, I'm married, so I don't really need it.
Happy Anniversary, Donna Gingerella! I love you!
3 comments:
Congratulations!
I solved the hair problem by losing most of it in my early 20s. No need to color my head.
Is that a Hoppyum IPA in the background? Good choice.
Men's hair coloring, because what's the point of trying if you stopped being attractive to women long ago (if you ever were, which I doubt).
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