My daughter and I finished doing a little food shopping yesterday and were going to put the bags in the car. Sometimes people park intimately close so that you feel like you're suddenly feuding family.
An elderly woman, with her own daughter (who I surmise is the architect of the parking job), saw how close we were and seemed concerned, but friendly, about getting into her designated vehicle.
I assured her that I would hop in my car real quick and pull out so she could get in.
Keeping my end of the social quandry bargain, I jump in the car and pull out.
I hear Humanling's deadpan tone: Talking to an old lady?
Me: Yeah. Have YOU talked to an old lady today?
Sam: No.
Me: Well then.
And let's just say Kudos to the kid for not answering in the weisenheimer way that I would have as a child, with "I'm talking to you, aren't I?"
