Tuesday, November 14, 2006

 

I Can’t Make This Stuff Up

I just got home from the grocery store. A lady asked if she could cut in front of me in line because she had to hurry so she could get to the emergency room. She wasn’t feeling well and thought she was going to pass out. I suggested she call an ambulance, as it didn’t seem terribly safe for her to be driving. I also am confused by her priorities.

Damn…intense…abdominal pain…must buy corn dogs…before I go to hospital…they’re half price…

I let her in front of me, only because I would have felt like an ass if she had passed out and died while I was buying PBR.

link put on wax by JT @ 19:35
Comments:
It really was a tough day for you...Moral testing of the highest magnitude at the grocery store and to top it off it was a balmy 111 degrees Farenheiht.
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 10:44 PM
 
I can't add anything to this, other than to agree with you that her priorities were way outta whack.

Or she was lying. But, much like you, I wouldn't wait around to find out.
# posted by Blogger The CDP. : 1:41 PM
 
I forgot to add - after a brush with death (even if it wasn't my own) that PBR just tasted that much sweeter when I got home.
# posted by Blogger JT : 3:11 PM
 
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