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I'm Sorry, So Sorry

Dear Customers,

If you were shopping near Monkey Boy and me today, I would like to extend my apologies. I think it was the water I drank last night. Every time I drink a bottle of that kind, this happens. I had a plan though, if I was approached. I was going to blame the boy. That's what moms do in these situations. I was pulling the cart behind me so that if it was noticed, the boy was there. I will apologize to him later if he feels slighted by this choice. Good thing the fans in the store work hey?

Your Loverly Cashier


Les Becker said…
I think it would be much more likely that Monkey Boy would be pleased you gave him credit!
Trish said…
Now that you mention it, he probably would be pleased. "Why yes, yes I did do that. Aren't you proud?" Actually he would have owned up to it instantly by announcing to the entire Twin Cities area "MOMMY! I TOOTED!" because he is, after all, my son.

Well now I've done up and said what I did. Not that you guys couldn't figure it out. Gosh, I sure do babble. Hmmm.
FieldsOfJoy said…
When this happens to me I usually just say, "Did someone just step on a duck?"

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