…than having a nice full grocery trolley- and bumping into Damien’s paternal grandparents in the mall!
It may be a little infantile- but I really get a kick out of it.
You see, when I get a bonus of any kind, I stock up on groceries (just in case) and yesterday Damien and I pushed our very full trolley into the pasta and spices aisle- and ahead of us were Damien’s father’s parents!
I know they saw us- we looked at each other- but we don’t ever acknowledge each other, and if I didn’t point them out to you you wouldn’t know I knew them. That’s how its always been. They left shortly afterwards, but I so like to make it obvious how little we need them or theirs!
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.