Here Are Your Green Beans, Honey

Monday, November 27, 2006

I am a hat lady. I tend to wear hats a lot. I've always said that I wanted to go to the Royal Ascot, if only because it gives me reason to find and wear a really ridiculous hat.

Yesterday I wore one just because I couldn't be bothered to do anything with my hair. This is usually my most common reason for wearing a hat. I was wearing a pretty casual baseball hat since Stef and I were simply running around and doing errands. The only problem with wearing this type of hat in relation to my height, is that it really limits my line of vision.

We were at a grocery store picking up some necessary provisions for dinner. Stef and I have a routine where he takes care of cold cuts while I look for vegetables. Halfway through, I saw his black jacket come to the right of me so I blithely handed him the green beans I had picked up. When he didn't take it, I became a little annoyed since I wanted to move on to different parts of the grocery store. And so, I pushed the beans at him again when another exact black jacket came to the left of me. Left side black jacket drolly spoke in Stefan's voice, "What are you doing?"

I was pushing green beans on a totally helpless, unwilling black jacket wearing man! I just burst out laughing at the vegetable aisle and sputtered,"Sorry..." to the faceless black jacket man.

Stefan just shook his head, as he so often does. I think that he's either constantly bemused or bewildered by me and that is my secret on why he is still so entranced with me after all these years. He never knows what I will do next.

So I tried to explain to him that I couldn't really look up in my hat unless I tilted my head. Plus who would have thought that there would be two guys at the grocery store, wearing almost the same jacket at the same time? While I was explaining that the funnier thing was that I never saw the guy's face so I wouldn't know him from boo, when we walked past a man with glasses. He looked at me queerly, blushed bright red and walked quickly away.

"You made a grown man blush. I've never seen a man's face so red," said Stef, "And by the way, that was the guy you tried to give beans to that just walked away." I just burst out laughing again and continued doing so for the rest of the walk home.

Stef, I may be crazy but we have fun, don't we?

Comments (2)

comment November 27, 2006 | the boy:

A couple of clarifications from an unbiased observer:

1) The other guy was wearing a brown jacket (not black like mine)
2) The other guy was not holding a basket of groceries
3) You moved away from me to go give the other guy the beans

His face was red as hell, though!

comment November 28, 2006 | Karen:

Actually, boy.....

1)The guy was wearing a very, very dark brown jacket if it was not black.
2)Your blonde-ness sometimes makes you unaccountable. Therefore you could have very well left the basket somewhere.
3)I didn't actually "see" you until you spoke.

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