Benjamin Franklin is credited with saying, "In life nothing is certain but death and taxes." If I had coined the phrase I would have added an addendum: In life nothing is certain except death, taxes, and that the drooling man is going to come talk to me.
I would like to share an experience I had last week. I was bopping around Michael's craft store, looking for some pretty picture frames (which I found and which look very nice on my wall) and I hear very loud, and very close to my ear, "Now what in the hell do you suppose these are for?"
I knew I was about to make a new friend. I look up and standing a few inches into my personal space is a woman, late 50s-ish, fake blond, very made up (think Tammy Faye), wearing a white, very furry full-length coat, white, very furry knee-high boots, and carrying a white, very furry handbag. The item in question was an over- sized bouncy ball.
Here is the conversation that followed:
Me: I think it's a bouncy ball. [Pointing at bin clearly labeled over-sized bouncy balls]
Tammy Faye: [grabbing my arm] But whaaat doo you dooo with them?
Me: I think you bounce them.
Tammy Faye: Oh. [Turns and lobs the ball down the isle; it bounces off of the various art supplies; she seems disappointed]
Tammy Faye: Here, tell me what you think of this. [Thrusts her wrist under my nose]
Me: Smells nice
Tammy Faye: I'm trying to remember what it is; you don't know, do you?
Me: No, sorry. Maybe if you go to Sephora they could tell you
Tammy Faye: What's Sephora?
This continued while I checked out and into the parking lot while I loaded up my car, got into my car and finally started it up, closed the door and drove away.