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.