What a weird, funky day! PMS, craziness at work,go to grab fast food for dinner and forgot wallet at home. Go back to grab fast food that has become not so fast. Roll up to order, doing pretty good until I say "large root beer with light lettuce." I have no clue where the lettuce came from. I was so stunned, I couldn't think of the word ice to correct myself. After what felt like a minute, I blurted out "I MEAN ICE!". I am home now and off the streets. It's safer this way........
5 comments:
I get the connection. Ice burg lettuce.
You are freaking brilliant! Maybe I am not crazy after all!
I thought the same thing ... LOL. HoodChick and I are on the same wave.
You kill me girl, hope your laying down watching some TV.
Muah!
We all were thinking the same thing, I have learned not to cross contaminate my conversations, or get distracted when I am tired, or I say similar things, and people are just looking at me like WTF are you saying...you must have been feeling my poetry vibes I read my poem tonight 'The Iceburg that sunk my palate'...
If I could find root beer flavored lettuce, I would eat more salads, yummmm
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