New on my Shitlist*

I had some errands to run yesterday and finished up the grocery shopping sooner than I thought I would.

Rather than come back home and unload all the groceries, only to rush back into the van and then to pick up Buddy, I decided that Sissy and I would kill some time by eating lunch at Wendy's. IN Wendy's.

We are almost strictly drive-thru patrons of the fast food places, but like I said, we had some time and it seemed like a nice idea. Plus, she and I can have a decent lunch on the cheap.

We ordered and got a table. Everything was lovely. My sandwich was tasty and done just right (Double Stack, no onions) and a value size sweet tea. Sissy had a 5 piece chicken nugget and we shared a small order of fries.

When we were there, it was about 1:45 pm, and most of the other patrons were older people -- older people love Sissy and so everyone who passed by stopped to chat with her/us.

Then, a store employee came around. He looked to be about mid 20s. He got in the corral area where the queue winds around until it's time to order. So, I immediately surmised he was on his break and was getting something for lunch himself.

He started chatting with Sissy and asked her if she was ready for Halloween, etc. I answered back for her, mainly because she's still at an age where she doesn't really "get" question and answer sessions... some things she understands, like "What's your name?"

Anyway, I'm getting the vibe that perhaps this young man is not playing with a full deck. He seemed a bit on the "slow" side. (not that there's anything wrong with that, but it may explain this next bit).

He asked me if she was mine. That is not shocking to me. I've been asked before. She's a strawberry blonde and her facial features favor her dad more than me. I said, "Yep, she's mine. My husband and I have a son who looks just like me, but I don't think she looks like anyone." (my standard line on that query).

Then, he says, "Oh, I thought maybe you were her grandmother." WTF? What I WANTED to ask was, "Do I look old enough to be her grandmother?", but then I thought to myself, "Well, the kid doesn't seem too sharp, and that would be a rude thing to say."

So, instead, I just laughed and said, "Nope, she's mine."

I was so thankful I had picked up my favorite hair coloring at WalMart!

Now, technically speaking, I know I AM old enough to be her grandmother, but I'd like to think I don't really look my age (I'm 40 if you don't already know... I don't make any big secret about that). Oh, I am going to have SO much fun with this story this week - while I slather on the moisturizer thicker than normal this morning. LOL.

*I will never actually truly put Wendy's on my shitlist. I love their fries too much. Dipped in bleu cheese dressing. Nom, nom, nom.