so yesterday i'm washing dishes during this church soup and pie event. it's me and about 6 little old ladies. none of them know my name. i'm telling them who i am, and we're all washing away, when another little old lady comes into the kitchen. she stops to chat with all the ladies, and then stops and says "now i don't believe i know you. what's your name, dear?"
i tell her and then i say, "and you are...?"
the room got really quiet and all the ladies stopped washing for a moment.
the little lady just smiled and said "why i'm Sister Hazel. it's so refreshing to meet someone who doesn't recognize me sitting behind the piano each week."
doh.
8 Comments:
yeah, once they're past 60, they all look alike :)
he he
8:11 AM
That is so funny...will we really be like that some day?! I think it's awesome that you washed dished with them, even Sister Hazel.
Bless you, Carey, bless you!
2:04 PM
Nothing but smooth!!
2:19 PM
Hee hee hee HA!
6:59 PM
You just weren't meant to be a Catholic, buddy. Throw in the dish towel, it's time to move on.
9:23 PM
This reminds me of the infamous "Smoke Signal" voicemail...
9:23 PM
i am laughing outloud. the smoke signal voicemail...man that was classic.
but not as classic as you calling Hardee's and saying "hi, this is carey and i quit."
2:43 PM
Ha. I love it. I am glad that I am not the only one who does that. You know, Hazel will be an easy name to remember in the future. Most women over 60 are either Pat or Jean. It gets mighty confusing.
I remember Hardees. I was jealous of your pants, plus you got to wear that hat. That was classic.
6:48 AM
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