So this morning, Vins walked in on LagosDad and I, ummm, being “intimate”. Oops.
Anyway, he looked at us, rolled his eyes and said, “Lovebirds!”
Then he grabbed LagosDad’s phone and left.
Where does he learn this stuff?!
So this morning, Vins walked in on LagosDad and I, ummm, being “intimate”. Oops.
Anyway, he looked at us, rolled his eyes and said, “Lovebirds!”
Then he grabbed LagosDad’s phone and left.
Where does he learn this stuff?!
This afternoon I collected V from school and decided to stop at a nearby supermarket. I pass it every day but have only been in there once. And that was about a year ago.
I wanted to see the range/variety of baby food they had. It wasn’t extensive, but better than my other local store.
V and I picked up a few things for Baby V and we were still looking at other stuff when I decided I needed a basket. There weren’t any around that I could see.
I asked a cashier (in a red uniform) where the baskets were. She waved over her shoulder, indicating that they were near the entrance. Duh. You’d have thought I’d look there!
As I started making my way over, another lady (also in red, just like the cashier’s uniform) came walking towards us with a basket in her hands.
I thought that was nice of her – she’d heard me talking to the cashier. As she reached me, I made a move to take the basket from her and said, “Thank you so much!”
She looked at me, pulled the basket away and said, “Excuse me?”
And I realised my terrible mistake.
She didn’t work there! And she wasn’t giving me a basket!
Oops!
I hastily apologised and explained. But she looked at me as though I was something she found on the back of her shoe.
Again. Oops!