“Once it’s done with you, it’s done with you.”

Cleaning yesterday. Shopping today. Hit up a million stores including Bed Bath and Beyond.

There was a little glitch at the check out. No SKU on one item, so the manager had to be called.

The woman checking me out was NOT going with the flow. No. she. was. not.  She was pissy. Was she was having a bad day? I don’t know. It seemed like a pretty minor problem to me.

Finally, everything was resolved, I swiped my credit card and the screen said to hand the card to the clerk and swipe again.

“No!” she barked. “You’re done. Don’t touch that screen! Once it’s done with you, it’s done with you.”

She meant the machine. The MACHINE was done with me. So why did I think she meant that SHE was done with me?

All day long G and I kept saying to each other: “Once it’s done with you, it’s DONE with you!

And then we would crack up.

 

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