What would Jesus do? He'd probably spit in your eye.

As I stood in the dairy department at the grocery store an old man with a patch over one eye stood and stared at me with his remaining good eye and as he stood in my invisible space, you know the 18 or so inches around you that belongs to you, his mouth was hanging open as he watched me fill my shopping cart with eight half gallon containers of milk, twenty servings of yogurt and four half gallons of orange juice. I could hear him thinking to himself, "why is this woman buying so much milk, juice and yogurt?" At the same time I was asking myself, "why don't I just buy a milk cow? Then I began to wonder which one of us was the less "normal" person and which one of us is a little more freakish ~ Him or I.

Amazingly I was able to download actual video of our chance meeting and here's how I saw it.


Aparently this same man has a blog of his own and I could hardly believe my stroke of good fortune that I was able to find and post what he had said about me and luckily for you (my three blog readers) he even had a video.
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Today as I stood in the dairy department at the grocery store minding my own business this odd woman all of a sudden appeared in front of me and although I had trouble seeing her with my one good eye , I could hear her jingle from all of her Catholic medals just like jolly ol' St. Nick and then as she stood in my invisible space, you know the 18 or so inches around you that belongs to you I could hear her thinking something stupid about who was less normal her or I. Well , I have to tell you it's her hands down. Aparently she's feeding a daycare worth of children. Who does that, who's crazy enough to have that many children? She clearly looked frazzled and what about those "Mom jeans?" Ugh... Luckily I was fortunate enough to find video footage of our dairy encounter and now I can share it with my 3,000 blog readers.



*disclaimer ~ I am significantly more modest in person.