Tuesday, June 8, 2010

No Cavities! But Plenty of Wrinkles, Apparently.

I had a dental appointment today, which I was approaching with about a 20/80 mix of dread and excitement. Not that I'm actually excited to see the dentist. When he takes that horrible hook and starts scraping between my front bottom teeth (every. single. time. I don't even chew with those teeth! How are they getting so filthy?!), I cringe a little. I'm just glad he hasn't yet graduated to that screaming water contraption so many dentists prefer nowadays. That thing is like nails on a chalkboard.


I was excited because it meant I was driving into Booming Metropolis for a civilized day in the city while the Captain held the fort here for a change. I had my whole route mapped out, from Bulk Barn, to dentist, to grocery store, to Giant Tiger, to winemaking supply store.

I didn't spill flour all over myself like I usually do at the Bulk Barn. I did, however, manage to slop natural peanut butter all over my hands. So when I got into the dentist's office and saw the sign asking patients to please refrain from using scented products because of allergies, I was a little concerned. Not only was I "scented", I was scented with peanut butter, the most allergenic thing ever. But in the end, the dentist was happy with my teeth and no one dropped dead from anaphylactic shock, so you really can't have a better dental visit than that.

After an uneventful grocery run, I grabbed a few (unnecessary) items at Giant Tiger and hit the cash register. And this is when everything went straight to hell.

The girl behind the counter was very upbeat, quite a pleasant surprise considering the quality of customer service these days. So I have to hand it to Giant Tiger, they do have themselves a friendly cashier, just maybe not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Here is a transcript of our conversation:

Airhead Cashier: Oh my God, are you related to Elizabeth?

Me: Um...no.

Airhead Cashier: Wow, I seriously cannot believe that because you look exactly like this girl who works here named Elizabeth.

Me: How funny. Small world.

Airhead Cashier (waving over the other two cashiers to come look at me): Oh my God, doesn't she look exactly like Elizabeth?!

Second Cashier: Not really. Well...maybe a little.

Me (starting to get a little self-conscious from all the attention): Well, there you have it...

Airhead Cashier: You guys don't know what you're talking about! She looks EXACTLY like Elizabeth! She looks so much like Elizabeth, she could totally be Elizabeth's MOM!

Second and Third Cashiers (scuttling away and avoiding eye contact): Back to work, then!

And now you know why I ended up purchasing THREE wine kits at the supply store.


Deb Neerman said...

LOLO'ing about your Grand Adventure! Yup, it IS a good day when no one dies in spite of contact with oneself ... very good indeed!

In fact, please pass the wine ...

Jude@ThisJewels4You said...

Sounds like you had a fun day...three wine kits....I'll be there for the tasting! Jude

Jude@ThisJewels4You said...

Sounds like you had a fun day and that you look like someone's mother OMG! LOL.... Only three wine kits..I'll be there for the tasting. Jude

laterg8r said...

gack - what a tactless girl!!! i'd have bought the wine too :D


Well, I'm an old lady and if I can look like someone's Mom instead of their Grandmother, then it has been a good day!