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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There are meds, and you will thank me if you take them. Good luck. I am truly sorry I ruined your life in that early blog.
"...I put my all into ironing his shirts and he doesn't get just one t-shirt out of the draw he gets out a whole load and leaves them on the bed and doesn't put them back when he sleeps. She told me not to do it anymore so I don't. And he drops his shirts off the hanger in the wardrobe and leaves them there so I just iron the fronts. She said I shouldn't do it anymore, so I don't do it, I don't do it anymore. And I don't know what he does in his bed! (collective and simultaneous cringe from station full of commuters) He must have half a dozen women in there with him!"
If my son ever hears his momma talking loudly about him for all to hear, he’d prolly disown her!