These were the words from my 17 year-old daughter, Annie as I was preparing dinner. She’s always got some great story from her day, so this wasn’t something that took me by surprise.
“What happened?” I replied.
“Well remember yesterday when Brinkley and I went to the store to buy a few snacks for skiing?”
(Brief side note: I neglected to hold onto the word “yesterday” which in hindsight, would have been a good idea)
“So while we were waiting at the check-out, the lady in front of us said to me that I looked just like her granddaughter. I smiled and said thank you. When the clerk finished ringing up our things, she said “That will be $79.23″ I said, What?! We only got 2 sodas and a few snacks! There must be some mistake! The clerk told us that the woman in front of us said I was her granddaughter, and that I was going to be paying for her groceries.”
“Annie!” I screamed, “You’ve got to be kidding me! This is crazy!” (right now my Slice of Life brain turned on, instantly planning my next slice..)
“Yeah! It was crazy! So the clerk and I look over at the door, and the lady is practically running out of the store pushing her cart, so we start chasing her!”
“What?!” I reply – again, now getting quite excited at how amazing this slice will be…
“So we kept chasing after her all the way to her car. The clerk grabbed the lady’s car door just as she was trying to close it! And then I grabbed her leg so she couldn’t get in her car and get away!”
“Are you serious?!” I exclaimed. “This is crazy! I’m going to have to write about this on my blog! People are not going to believe it! What happened next?”
“Well I kept pulling on her leg, ya know. Kind of like I’m pulling YOUR leg right now.”
Balloon deflates. No amazing slice to share after all.
The joke’s on me. My joke-telling teenager got me hook, line, and sinker. Why didn’t I see it coming?