My Day

Sooo, I think I have a strong artistic streak in me. Why would I say such a thing? Because I only do things when the spirit moves me (i.e. blogging, washing sheets, smiling). Apparently, others have taken notice of my potential for artistry.

I went to Central Market today. I bought some pecan crusted salmon, smooth peanut butter, vegetable broth, peppers, apples, whole wheat buns, Sweet Leaf tea (it is my crack), pie crusts and an amazingly sharp knife. As the items are being scanned, my cashier initiated the following conversation.

"So...what have you been up to today?"

"Just working... I escaped a little early."

"So...what do you do for a living?"

"Well, I'm the assistant director for an agency that provides transitional housing for homeless women with children."

--Long Period of Awkward Silence--

"So...I'll bet you're good at comedy!"

(To myself: WHAT????!!!!)

"Why yes, I am hilarious all the time."

--In response, cashier dude twirls conveyer belt divider like baton--


Perhaps I'm funny looking? I didn't even have on one of my fun t-shirts today (Cereal Killer, I See Your Pants are On Fire, etc.) I suppose there are worse things to be accused of...