As I was checking out at the grocery store, I made the comment to the clerk: "It's too pretty to be working."
She blushed and replied: "Thank you.", which I assume was a response to what she thought I said, which was "You're too pretty to be working."
I was a little embarrassed, since I don't say such things; even if the clerk is pretty.
She went on: "I don't plan on working here forever. I've applied for college."
We went on with small talk about what major she should choose. She was uncertain, since a college degree doesn't necessarily mean success these days.
As the conversation progressed, I mentioned she should go into the Army. She commented on how her fiancee is in the army and had never considered the prospect.
I told her they want smart people and she could retire after twenty years. She didn't reply, so I explained how if she didn't take that option, she would be like me and have to keep working.
She looked at me and replied: "You're not retired?"
I replied, after feeling a little bit old: "Nope. I still have about ten years."
She looked at me like Methuselah had entered her store and replied : "Ten Years?"
What could I say? I just smiled and walked away.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.