Have you ever done this?
I did it yesterday.
And I am still cringing.
Oh… PLEASE make the memory disappear.
Barry and I were at a little farm stand, just having the best ‘ol summer time picking out beautiful ripe tomatoes, sun-touched corn, perfect peppers, luscious squash and nice, firm cucumbers.
Maybe it’s the cucumbers that got me into trouble. Hmmm.
Anyway, the farm stand was about four-deep with people hungering for the last days of summer, and a couple of people began to push just a teeny bit in their enthusiasm. One older “lady” was being kind-of pushed/leaned into Barry in an awkward way, so I said to Barry (very kind of me, huh?), “Honey, that lady wants to get by.”
Just tryin’ to help.
My husband shot me a glance that could fry tomatoes.
I thought to myself, “Hey, just trying to help a lady out.”
Well, the “lady” was a man. Well, he was a man who looked an awful lot like a lady. Hence, the “look” from Barry.
OK. I stood there. Trapped.
I locked my eyes on the cucumbers.
“These look nice, ” I said.
Well, maybe the “lady” could have given me a little more of a hint… !