Bizarre thing happened to me today...
I go to the grocery store to pick up a few things, wine, shampoo, bread, ramen...and the likes. While standing in the checkout line, for what seems like is going to be quite awhile, my attention turns to the tall older gentleman and his young adult son in front of me. They are chuckling about something or other. That tall man seems familiar to me.
Ten or so minutes go by, we move slightly. Im glancing over at the latest "Brad, Jen, Angelina Saga" edition of some short attention span magazine. I shake my head. The tall gentleman says something to me about how its sad that the E channel is the biggest source of info for most people. I agree how it is kinda sad but unfortunately uncontrolable. We share a quick laugh of disappointment and the line moves up. This gentleman seems REALLY familiar to me at this point. He hands me the "this is my shit, this is your shit" grocery divider and I say thanks.
Shortly there after, the familiar feeling is explained & validated. He writes a check for his groceries and signs his name.... shows his ID..... This gentleman happens to be my father. He, barely recognizable to me... Me, completely unrecognizable to him. Him and my half brother of about 21 yrs of age. I, however, say nothing.
Moral of the story...
My passiveness is beginning to concern me... and
Yet another reason I avoid places in/near my town.
I go to the grocery store to pick up a few things, wine, shampoo, bread, ramen...and the likes. While standing in the checkout line, for what seems like is going to be quite awhile, my attention turns to the tall older gentleman and his young adult son in front of me. They are chuckling about something or other. That tall man seems familiar to me.
Ten or so minutes go by, we move slightly. Im glancing over at the latest "Brad, Jen, Angelina Saga" edition of some short attention span magazine. I shake my head. The tall gentleman says something to me about how its sad that the E channel is the biggest source of info for most people. I agree how it is kinda sad but unfortunately uncontrolable. We share a quick laugh of disappointment and the line moves up. This gentleman seems REALLY familiar to me at this point. He hands me the "this is my shit, this is your shit" grocery divider and I say thanks.
Shortly there after, the familiar feeling is explained & validated. He writes a check for his groceries and signs his name.... shows his ID..... This gentleman happens to be my father. He, barely recognizable to me... Me, completely unrecognizable to him. Him and my half brother of about 21 yrs of age. I, however, say nothing.
Moral of the story...
My passiveness is beginning to concern me... and
Yet another reason I avoid places in/near my town.
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oh.. and dan would totally skim the contents to find his name. egomaniac.