Daisuk
Dimitar Berbatov
So about four months back I was at the local store buying beer for a party (I'm probably at 2-3 parties a year tops), we had finally gotten a babysitter and all was swell, and I was buying beers for the missus and a friend of mine as well, so quite a lot of beers - then lo and behold, behind me in the queue at the cashier, who other than my 3 year old's kindergarten teacher (who I've never ever seen at that store before). Great. It was a busy day, and she had her two small kids, so we just said hi to one another, but I could see her eyeing the beer smiling kind of disapprovingly. I was thinking "ffs, I don't ever buy this much beer, typical that she had to see this".
Then ... today, I'm at the same store, getting a couple of friends over for some BBQ and a jam session tonight. I'm buying beers for all of us (so the most amount of beers I've bought since that one time four months back), so quite a few in total - and who other than the very same kindergarten teacher is behind me in the queue again?! FFS! WHAT. THE. fudge. What are the fudging odds? She must think I'm an alcoholic. Maybe I should've said something, but figured it would probably just make it worse.
Oh, well, we're moving in the summer, and moving kindergarten as well, hopefully. What are the fudging odds though ...
Then ... today, I'm at the same store, getting a couple of friends over for some BBQ and a jam session tonight. I'm buying beers for all of us (so the most amount of beers I've bought since that one time four months back), so quite a few in total - and who other than the very same kindergarten teacher is behind me in the queue again?! FFS! WHAT. THE. fudge. What are the fudging odds? She must think I'm an alcoholic. Maybe I should've said something, but figured it would probably just make it worse.
Oh, well, we're moving in the summer, and moving kindergarten as well, hopefully. What are the fudging odds though ...