When I was having my really bad day that culminated with the discovery of an electrical outage at the Mansion, my last stop in town was 10Box. All the handicap spaces were taken, but I was lucky to get the last space on the left of building. People had left their carts all willy-nilly on the sidewalk. So I grabbed one for the trek, and left it near the door once inside. That could help another limpy person, saving them from hobbling another 40 feet to the indoor cart corral.
Anyhoo... I got my scratchers out of the lottery machines. My knees stiffen up while I stand there making my selections. It takes a minute to get going again.
I was hobbling out, walking a bit like Gunsmoke's Chester. Along beside me came one of the cashiers. She's always cheery. They had just asked her to help a customer outside with a propane tank return. As she passed me, she said,
"Oh, mah LAIG!"
Which is really kind of funny, because it's a thing on a Reddit forum where people discuss the show My 600 Pound Life. There was a patient for whom the viewers had little sympathy, because he was a bedbound whiner who was not nice to his wife, and used his young stepdaughter to fetch things for him. As he was being transported out of his house to go to the doctor, he complained (whiny-ly) to the EMTs when they lifted him in a sheet to put him on the stretchers. "OH, MAH LAIG!!!"
The way Cashier said it sounded just like that guy. Like she could have been using it as a reference for her inflection and diction.
At first I was offended. Was she making fun of me??? I joke around with her, but this seemed kind of cruel. While I was contemplating who to invite to my pity party, and if I should have pointy hats and balloons, and most importantly what kind of CAKE... Cashier went on past me through the first of the double doors.
"I pulled something down in my groin area, and it HURTS! And I'M the one they send out here for the propane!"
Well. No need to send out my invitations now.
"I'd race you, but you're already ahead of me!"
Oh, I caught up when she was unlocking the propane case. I had to walk past it to get back to that last parking space.
4 comments:
At first I might have thought "insult" too, but her explanation negates that.
River,
Yes. She doesn't seem to be a cruel person. She was thinking of her own "affliction," and not referencing mine. Of course I was thinking it was ALL ABOUT ME!!!
Hope her "laig" is better. Although I doubt I would have mentioned pulling my groin to the world at large. I wondered who would do that, then I had a flash memory of my mother returning some slacks I had bought for her. She informed the young man at the returns desk that the crotch was too short and was "cutting her in half". It sent a visual impression to my mind, and I was deeply concerned about the kid who stood blushing a deep red behind that counter
Kathy,
When The Pony or Farmer H starts such a tale, I say, "TMI." The Pony gets it right away. Farmer H does not. Even if he understood it means TOO MUCH INFORMATION, he would keep going.
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