The other day, during the SuperBowl, I drove up to my nearest grocery store to buy some food to make a snack for me and my husband. I only had 2 items to buy and wanted to make it snappy. So I went into a store I usually try to stay away from. It's the store my neighbor was followed home from and then attacked a few years ago. It's sort of in the 'hood.
After I got my groceries, I stood in the very slow moving EXPRESS line. Two men got in line behind me, carrying 3 cases of cheap beer. Both of them had blood shot, glassy eyes and were very friendly. One was so friendly, that after we spoke a moment and I turned back around from him, he started saying, "...Mmmm, mmm, mmm". It started to feel gross and I tried to just ignore him. He must have repeated it 3 or 4 times. "Mmm, mmm, mmm."
Then he said to his friend, "Man...she looks just like Dr. Phil's wife." He then said it more directly to me, "You look like that Dr. Phil's wife". I think it was his creepy way of trying to flatter me. And in about 15 years or so, I'd be happy to be compared to Dr. Phil's 55 year old wife. But I'm just not ready for that right now.
He continued saying that I looked like Dr. Phil's wife until I left the store.
After I got home, I made snacks for me and Dr. Phil. Please check out my latest book, What's Age Got To Do With It, available in stores now.
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