I was in line this morning at Ace Hardware. I had to swing by and get a copy of my work key made. The gentleman in front of me was returning some things, and the cashier was an older lady. She was typing and clicking one key at a time, saying things like, "well it isn't February, so I don't know why that's on there." Whatever that means.
I was waiting patiently, determined to stay positive, even though I was most likely going to be late for work. Then an older man walked up to the register and stood behind me in line. The store was playing some pretty schnazzy jazz music and he started to shuffle his feet. Then he started bobbing his head while shuffling his feet. Then came the swinging of the arms. Soon, he was full on dancing.
The cashier was still trying to, "find the right key to push" because, "I gotta cross my Ts and dot my Is and do it right, so that no one else has to go through this lengthy process again." Old Man Footloose, still jiving behind me. I thought it was great that he enjoyed life so much.
Finally it was my turn. The lady rang me up and I had to pay with the company credit card. As she was swiping the card, Old Man Footloose says to me, "is there enough on that card for me?" I kind of laughed and said, "it's my company card, so I better not loan it to anyone." Then the cashier handed me my receipt and I started walking away. The final comment out of Old Man Footloose's mouth was, "Hard to get anything out of a woman these days."
Old Man Footloose just got demoted to Old Man Jerk Face.