Saturday, December 24, 2005
She's from Laguna
Yesterday, the kids and I headed out for some last minute shopping (read: all the holiday shopping) and while I was being rung up by a particularly obnoxious woman... a woman who was convinved that Jack's fumbling with the little attached-to-the-credit-card-machine pen would break the whole thing leaving them no choice but to, "close down the store and lose
jobs"... she annoyed me so much that, in the interest of holiday spirit, I let Jack swipe my Visa, forge my signature, and press "accept".
Meanwhile... there is another sales clerk talking to Jake... now Jake is pushing Eva in her stroller and this woman is just DYING to know our family makeup... she is asking all these leading questions and here is how the conversation played out:
Sales Girl-Is she your sister?
SG- She is so cute
SG- She doesn't look like you.
SG-Her eyes are so pretty (c'mon lady... that is pathetic!)
J-Yes. (God, I love this kid!)
SG-She is so exotic looking...
SG- Well, where is she from?
At this point I was feeling no mercy for the sales staff at a store which shall remain nameless (but it rhymes with "RICOS") so I merely gathered my purchases and "Happy Holiday-ed" our goodbyes.
Laguna Beach... hahahahaha!!!!!!!!