Well. It happened. again.
I innocently ran into the grocery store this morning on my way to a breakfast to pick up a couple different kinds of juice. The breakfast was sort of a fancy deal, so I was in my winter dress coat, black dress pants and heels. As I walked past a man at least twice my age, I heard a muffled, "how you doin'" as I passed.
I don't get it. See my previous post on this subject. I need a nap.
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