One night a couple of weeks ago, I hit Smith’s to stock up on food. And my cashier’s name was Anthony! It’s like the Billy Joel song “Moving Out:”
“Anthony works at a grocery store,
saving his pennies for someday…”
Cool!
I sang it to him, but he didn’t think it was as clever as I did.
That happens to me a lot.
Darn.
My stupid mouth.
🙂
