Friday, November 28, 2008
Rochelle and I went to Robert's the other day to look for.. stuff. I don't know, it's just what we do. Something about spending money we don't actually have and buying things we don't actually need... Yeah. Fun times.
So we're in line at the check out desk and Rochelle asks me if I want to see the giant bruise on her knee. And I'm like, OK, sure, because we all know I love comparing bruises with people (amazingly enough, I don't actually have any of my own right now). So she pulls up her pant leg on to her knee to show me, only it's right as this old guy walks past (what he was doing in a craft store may I never know) and he says "Those are nice!" really enthusiastically, looking right at her leg, and then he keeps walking.
I think I laughed. Rochelle looked like she was about to die. It was awesome. Almost as awesome as having a cross-dresser ask me where I shop for clothes.
