Monday, December 19, 2011

You're a Fruitcake

As I'm unpacking groceries from my car, I hear a voice behind me, very meek at first.

"Merry Chrusmus, ma'am. Merry Chrusmus to you!"

Oh thanks! You too! I keep unloading the groceries.

"Could you help me out. I'm so hungry."

Of course. I've got some apples here or bananas.

"Naw. I can't do fruit. I'm allergic to fruit."

Well, I'm sorry, but that's all I have. That and hummus.

"Ain't you got no money?" 

Hmmm. No, I don't have any money with me.

She mumbled something I couldn't quite make out under her breath. I'm going to pretend it was Merry Christmas anyway.

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