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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?

Aromatically,
Your Loverly Cashier
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Les Becker said…
I think it would be much more likely that Monkey Boy would be pleased you gave him credit!
10:19 AM
Mama 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.
10:47 AM
FieldsOfJoy said…
When this happens to me I usually just say, "Did someone just step on a duck?"
11:32 PM
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