Funny Turn
The man at the check out next to mine at the supermarket last Saturday had a funny turn recently; I know that because I heard his wife telling someone. I was glad she wasn’t my wife; I wouldn’t like my funny turns to become public knowledge. For an habitual eavesdropper like me, supermarkets are good places to indulge the habit. Many is the time I have taken longer than necessary to come to a decision about which washing up liquid I most like the look of in order not to miss vital information being exchanged between chatting shoppers, mistakenly thinking they are having a private conversation.I find women's conversations are the most interesting. Men usually just talk about work or sport, whereas women seem to be more interested in things of a personal nature. It can be quite an eye opener. I often wonder how many thousands of husbands there must be up and down the country under the delusion that their embarrassing medical conditions are family secrets.
If I see someone I know when I am shopping, I usually dodge down the next aisle in order to avoid them. I can’t see the attraction of prolonging my shopping trip by wasting time nattering, but I appreciate those who can.
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I.e., "Excuse me, I never tried (insert product name), is it any good?"
After the talk wander away, then 10 minutes later try again with a different lass. You should be averaging at least one home (or mobile) phone number each 3 - 6 conversations. What happens after the date with her is of course dependent on how much class you have. :)
Noting also this works in the strange vegetable section too.
Well, if I am part of a couple, you've got to make it legal
I really don't hang around supermarkets.
I get in and out as quickly as possible. Kinda the opposite of what I want in a man.
Maybe shop with my ear buds in.
I don't want to hear other stories.
I don't have a husband to talk about.
It sounds like i'm cut above the rest.
Let's just say...
I can't.
My sides still hurt from laughing
at Molly's comments.
Practically fodder for another blog
Dems the rules.
troistrollsI am like Molly. Supermarket has never been my favorite place to hang around. I get in, simply buy what I need, and then out.
actually I was asked a few times what will I do if something like that happens...I guess he just wanted to know if I can save his life
How does it work, though? Do we all gather at the perfume department and undo the top 3 buttons surreptitiously to show we're ready to take part? And - top 3 buttons of what? Blouses? Jeans? Too embarrassing if we tried to include someone who really only wanted to discuss her husband's vasectomy.
I can manage some kiss of life but Id rather not be in that position
Yeah, the reaction is the same. They get mad, don't talk for a while then they start talking again.
I can adjust to any situation, and don't hold grudges.
I never like gossip or gossipers.
Today they don't call it gossip, it is call "sharing information."
Drop by crazies blog before you head to bed....incase the two nannas here have killed all south of the border!!