It seems I still have it
Tonight was Knit Night. At Starbucks. Where our usual corner was occupied. It was actually the most crowded I have seen it on a Tuesday night so far. We ended up at the little table in front of the bathroom doors. Since our number went up to 5 at one point, we moved over another little table.
When our number reduced to 2, I decided to be nice and put the second table back. I picked the table up and it fell apart. I broke their table. And almost broke the foot of the poor guy sitting at the table behind us, who had already had to suffer through our inappropriate for public places conversation.
Oh yeah, we should apparently call ourselves the 'Dirrty Knitters'. Extra r is intentional.
The heavy base of the table fell and rolled onto the guy's foot. I was highly embarrassed. Mostly, because at first I just started laughing about it, not realizing that I had almost broken his foot. The next time I buy a coffee there, I'm sure they will add in an extra $250 to cover the table.
After the joys of Starbucks and knitting I headed home. With a stop at Walgreens. I think I have some kind of skin infection/fungus type of thingy as the tip of my thumb has been scaly and cracking for a year now. Neosporin and heavy-duty lotions aren't cutting it. I decided to give an anti-fungal cream a try.
What the heck is the deal with the packaging? Advertise that the cream will cure athlete's foot. Please. Because every package I was looking at had bright red or orange text screaming that it will cure most Jock Itch. In fact, the Walgreen's brand of Lotrimin that I purchased is called 'Jock Itch Cream'. Great.
While I was squatting down, oh so attractively, checking out the jock itch cream, someone behind me said, 'Don't tell me that's Mickey on your jacket!'
So yeah, I have a Mickey coat. Hey, it was cheap and I got it over three years ago. And yes, I really do need a grown-up coat.
'Yes, well, I've had it a few years.' Me, trying to defend why I am wearing a Mickey coat at my age. It's only in the past year and a half that I have felt the need for a grown-up coat.
Him 'Well, I wanted to say something to you. I did check that you are wearing a wedding ring. Did you see how I checked that?'
'No. I didn't notice.'
'Well I did. And I just wanted to let you know, you still have it. If you thought you lost it, you didn't. You still have it.'
Me 'Oh, okay. Thanks'
Did I mention that this guy is OLD? OLD as in, older than my parents? who have just reached social security age? OLD as in, very thin hair on the scalp and liver spots on the head? OLD as in, I still have it for the walker crowd. And how picky can they be, anyhow? They are dropping like flies.
And how the hell old do I look, that he was so concerned I might be worried I lost it. Hell, I wasn't ever aware I had it in the first place.
And the bird is still in the basement.
Ewww. Someone came to my site today by googling 'boys privates'. I am a bit grossed out now.
Creepy--both the liver-spotted old guy *and* the perverted googler.