I was at See’s Candy this morning to buy a little something for The King. OMG. You couldn’t have fit any more people into that tiny shop. There were, no lie, 15 people in line ahead of me, and that was for prepackaged candy. There was a whole other line for custom boxes.
The lady behind me had no sense of personal space, because she kept touching me every time the line moved forward. I had to keep taking a tiny step away from her after we’d settled. Sheesh! This must have happened at least seven times.
So, all I can say isThe King better appreciate his molasses chips. I do not like being stranger-bumped over and over. Bump me once; I can forgive. But after that, lady, you should, you know, get a CLUE.