"Didja get kicked out?"

Got sent to Winco at 102nd NE Halsey to pick up some fella 'round about 430a-ish. I get there, figuring it's gonna be another grocery run and dude has bags, but not grocery bags.

Me: Hey there. How ya doin'?

He: Oh, so-so.

Me: Ah. Need some help with that?

He: Nah. Some of them are kinda heavy.

I get out and open the trunk for him and he starts loading up his stuff, barely fits in the trunk.

Me: So where we off to?

He gave me an address and we were off.

Me: SoooOOOoooo, ya get kicked out? grin

He: Matter o' fact, yes.

Me: Ah. Oops. Sorry. I'll shut up now.

He: Thank you.

Eesh. Guess I can't win 'em all. :o)


Dave2 said...

Sigh. I hate it when that happens.

Sizzle said...