Little Moments, Big Magic

Today at work i had an encounter that will forever be etched my memory. Stories like this make me glad that I got out of bed in the morning.
As I was filling ice cream I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and this arthritic 80 year old lady was standing there with a bewildered look on her face. I then asked her what I could do for her, but she kept quiet for a few more seconds. She looked very perturbed at me even though I had done nothing to her up to this point. She gave me the little "come closer" finger motion. I had a hard time getting much closer though because she was sporting some ungodly B.O. This lady smelled about as bad as a dumpster outside the back of Popeyes chicken. I had to breathe through my mouth simply to avoid gagging while conversing with this lady.
She looked me dead in the eye and firmly asked, "Where did you move the enema kits to?" At this point I could barely contain the smirks and snickering from escaping my mouth. I looked up to the ceiling as if I was trying to think really hard about where we actually did move the enema kits too. Lets see....I know they aren't in the bread aisle...."Lets go look over by the laxitives." So she followed me over to the laxitives section and sure enough there was the enema kits. I said aloud, "You know there really shouldn't move these things...It just confuses people." She sternly agreed with me. She picked up the box and turned it over to check out the

I had to muster up all of my strength from inside to just to avoid from breaking concentration while reading this package. To make matters worse there was an illustration on the back that demonstrated how to insert this product in the problem area. I was lucky enough to find a near replica of this image as you will see. How I did not lose all control was beyond me. I finished up with the instructions and she told me that she would take the product.
So I sent her on her merry way towards the registers to hopefully relieve her little problem. I'm glad I could help this sweet, albeit sour smelling old lady in her quest to flush out her system. It was moments like this that make me cherish every day on this earth.
1 Comments:
too make a long story short i had a kid next door to me back in the day who would get an enema from his mom about every other day and he loved it she would do it bare hand because it was her son. Always creeped me out. And im admitting this for the first time she did me and it was amazing, my first older woman
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