Tattletale

Okay for some reason I have been having these moments. I don't know what to call them. I think it's because the big 4-0 is looming and I'm starting to lose my mind.

Last night the officer took our whole family out for ice cream. Usually it's just the officer and my daughter that go out for ice cream, but my son and I got to tag a long this time.

As we were standing in line, the young gentleman behind the counter asked my son what he would like. I told him, "He would like a single scoop of Gingerbread in a sugar cone." The young man took out a waffle cone and started to scoop the ice cream. I said, "Oh no, he wants a sugar cone." Really his mother wanted him to have a sugar cone because it's smaller than a waffle cone. There was confusion on the poor guy's face. He went back and got a cake cone. I said, "No a sugar cone that is flat on top." I wasn't conveying what I wanted very well. I sat there and tried to tell him the sugar cones are flat on top, unlike the waffle cones which has a curved edge. I gave up and took the waffle cone. By the end, the poor officer is embarrassed and is just saying "Let it go." I think, maybe I'm crazy. I'm not though. Here are the pictures of the three different cones.

Sugar cone

Waffle cone

Cake Cone

The officer came back to the booth and said, "It's that guy's first day. You were confusing him." I felt bad for him that he had to have me as a customer on his first day.

The officer said that I just didn't like to be wrong. He's right, I don't. But I wasn't wrong. The officer and the kids went out to the car while I purchased some milk. In the check out lane, there sat boxes of sugar cones and cake cones. I took a picture of them for the officer.

Tonight had went to a baby shower for a friend at Harry Bears. The baby shower was in a private room. When I arrived, I saw two of my friends inside the room. I went to the french door and pulled on one door. It was locked. My friends inside are saying something, but I can't hear them. I pull on the the other door and it's loose but won't open. My friends are now laughing at me saying whatever they were saying louder, and now a lady in a nearby booth is laughing and yelling something at me.

Apparently they were not french doors, they were sliding doors. I nearly took the second door off it's hinges. My only comfort was that every single person who arrived after me did the same thing. They didn't all use the brute force I used though.

So there you have it. I'm loosing my mind one little piece at a time.