So today, I was at Toys R Us with Zachary and my sister, and she was pushing the stroller as we approached the checkout lane.
The doofus behind the register asks me, "Are you buying things for your grandson?"
WHAT?!
Are you KIDDING me??
Ok, so I have more gray hair than my mother (who, incidentally IS Zachary's grandmother), but I don't think it's the place of some bozo at TRU to point that out to me. Good grief.
6.30.2005
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