In the grocery store, a super macho looking guy was checking me out. He wasn't "checking me out" as in looking how cute I looked because my nose is as red as Rudolph's and I was coughing like there was no tomorrow, but he was the checkout clerk. Sorry no fun dating when I'm sick - it's a rule. So anyway, as he was ringing me up for my purchases this seemingly super macho guy starts singing in a very high pitched voice to Madonna's "Like a Virgin." I looked up at him, wishing he was just doing it as a joke, and realized that he was actually really into the song, singing it because he liked it. I held in my laugh until I left the store.
Because I laugh at inappropriate times at people who do not deserve to be laughed at, God makes me do things to laugh at myself. The entire walk home I was sneezing. One sneeze after the other after the other. I felt like a mess. The couple walking in front of me turned around a few times to make sure that I wasn't genuinely dying, but then they turned back around to laugh at me.
Karma...I love you.
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