Hey all,
I did an awesome workout and finally got to the grocery store one hour ago. I will be spending this week eating whole foods.
Now..
on to the fun part.
As some of you may know, we at the commissary have baggers who help you take your groceries to the car for tips.
These are mostly young kids...17, 18, and 19 years old.
So, I got my groceries and am being escorted out to the car by this young guy who is a bagger.
He looked me up and down and is flirting.
which amuses me greatly.
he is talking about the job and his great car and what he's going to do for the weekend and what am I doing on the weekend.
He is talking about what a great job it is...so finally I decide to pop his little bubble.
lol.
We get to my car and I look at him and say "Yes, I think it is a very good job."
"my daughter applied on Peterson"
He says "Your DAUGHTER"..."how old is SHE"
LOLOLOL
I say "16"
He stops, looks at me and says
"well, Thank you Ma'am"
lololol
rawr.
hahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....
too funny.
anywhoozle.
I recieved a blog award from paula two days ago that deserves it's own post.
I have a lot that I want to say that's attached to it.
But I just wanted to drop in and say heydy and give you a little nsv fun.
Have a great night guys.
Hugs,
Chris
11 comments:
Awwww... I miss going to the commissary when I was younger - my dad was a military man. Army for 4 years, reserves for 16.
LOLOLOL LOVED the story. What a fantastic feeling. I get the "You're too young to have 3 kids" all the time, but they're right. I'm 27. I was 18 and prego. Anyway, I hope that I can be refined as well as you with age :) I would be so honored!
(In reference to the comment you left on my blog:) "Refined" - Well said, Chris. Well said :)
Definitely a NSV. Funny how losing weight sorta turns the clock backwards.
You know I've never been to a commissary before. Is it like a private grocery store?
paula
Yes, that is the bomb of NSVs! chuckle. Congrats!
Wahoo, whole foods, too!
Deb
I have two grown sons now. A few years ago I heard one of their friends call me a MILF. I had no idea what that was so I had to ask my best friend, and when she explained..I was blushing to say the least..but their is a tiny compliment hidden beneath it I guess.
Love your blog and your music.
Carol-the gardener
Hey! Great story!! I have no kids - I think that's what keeps me young! Go figure ...
Happy travels!
I'd much rather have that sort of flirting than the lecherous old man type lol!
It makes me happy to read about all these great things that are happening for you Chris, you so deserve it!
(P.S. Did I ever tell you Mr. Helen is a butcher in a Navy Commissary?)
:-)
I would consider this a great compliment!
Great story...loved it! :)
How funny... I would have loved to see the look on his face when he realized he was flirting with an "old lady", ha ha ha ha !
Loretta
=^..^=
If you were single, I would have some great footage for you on Thursday. As it is, I am just ROFL. I suppose I will have to content myself with that.
BTW, I like your new #1 song. I think I have heard that somewhere before....
Chris, I've tried to respond to that tag twice already, believe it or not! Once I fell asleep with my head in my computer and the other time (with a perfect response, I'll say) my computer went down when I pressed enter. Urg.
So, I'll try again. 1st question for God: How am I doing? Am I at all fulfilling Your purpose for my life?
2nd question: for my husband who can be quite annoying - confirm or deny the existence of life on other planets. I feel like if it's not in the bible I'm not interested but he seems to think this is important and brings it up all the time when we're having a theological discussion. So, just to shut him up, which is it?
And the 3rd: How can I be a better parent?
Mistake I learned the most from: my ex-marriage. Might have wasted a lot of my twenties but the things I learned about overcoming fear and trusting in God I learned right then and there.
And hands down, I'd like to have dinner with Bill Wilson, the (co)founder of Alcoholics Anonymous.
Thanks for your patience!
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