A conversation in the parking lot at the market.
Posted in blog post on June 23rd, 2011 by Merrill Markoehttps://vbmotorworld.com/1s7pqrn04 Yesterday as I left the supermarket, a middle aged woman in a floral print blouse and nondescript black pants blocked me on my way to my car. She looked a little beat up but, speaking as a person who often looks a little beat up herself , I didn’t want to judge her. At the same time, I thought it was pretty annoying the way she stepped right in front of me and stopped my progress. Up until that point, I had been clipping right along, making very good time leaving that market. I hate that market. I couldn’t wait to get out of there.
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https://www.thoughtleaderlife.com/goqbicago site “Oh. Right. Right.” I said, now understanding why she wasn’t carrying a clipboard or a cannister or offering me any pamphets” I guess that isn’t what my uncle had after all. Okay. Well, good. Thank you.” Then I pushed past her and made a beeline to my car.
get linksource And as I drove away, and revisited all the details of our exchange, the thing that I couldn’t get over is that I THANKED HER.
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https://everitte.org/y4uag7amp9m I have what I call “hateful hindsight”, where I curse myself for the goofy things I said in a situation and and then, too late, come up with a bunch of wicked verbal jams that I SHOULD have stabbed the pricks with. Then I’ll be madder at myself than I was at the person or situation to begin with. Infuriating.
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https://www.thoughtleaderlife.com/jkt5evy0bea Maybe . . . maybe the woman was getting replacement windows for her home and heard about a certain glass product made by PELLA Windows. Pella makes a tinted insulating glass that blocks the view into your home. (“It causes people to disappear”) And because of the way it’s made with two panes sandwiched together, it may incur a certain magnification of the view outdoors, ie: birds. (“And then the birds get bigger”).
go to link See, I told you it was a stretch. But you’re right. She’s probably a bit coo-coo.
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