The struggle to type that out as it was written is real. This is the first time I've seen any "bouques" at this particular little flower stand and let me tell you, the coffee creamer vases? Not a surprise at all. LOL.
Walked to the store - roughly 2.5 miles from my house. It's an easy walk, normally, but it's a smidge warm today; I left early to beat the heat, but didn't beat the heat. It's really more that my body plus exercise plus anything over 65 and I'm a sweatbox and look like I'm about four seconds away from death. I'm not, but I apparently warrant comment. I've had people at stores ask me if I need help. Like, not help finding something help. LOL.
So, I planned on using the self-check lanes to avoid direct human interaction in my beet red faced, head-to-toe sweaty condition. Foiled! The "self-check aide" insisted I allow her to check me out, and of course:
Her: Did you just work out or something?
Me: Or something. It's a little over two miles for me to walk here.
Her: Jeeeeez, gurrrrl.
Me: I just sweat a lot, I'm sorry.
Oy. You'd think I'd learn, but no. I just can't justify a two mile drive to pick up heavy cream, which I don't really NEED except in the way I need it to make blueberry rhubarb crumble no churn ice cream... Oh yes, the need is needy.