Cashier: $2.50 please.
Me: Here you go.
Cashier: Where are you from?
Me: Arizona.
...
Me: Why?
Cashier: You always say "cheers." I was just wondering where it came from.
Me: Oh yeah, I forget I do that.
I kind of like having quirks.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Predictability Strikes Again
Conversation this morning as I waited in line to purchase my cinnamon-spice muffin and Diet Coke from the cafeteria one floor down:
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phew...I thought you were going to say the cashier asked whether your baby was a boy or a girl. cheers.
That's awesome. Sounds like you're ready for London, baby! I'll be thinking about what I'd do again if I had a day and a half, and I'll get back to you on it!
I JUST WON THE FNL HOUSE PARTY TOO!!!!! I just screamed in my little cubical :) I noticed your comment on the "national party blog!" Best day ever!
Ahahaha that's great. I always think of you when I go through the drive-thru and I want to say, "God bless."
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