Don't get me wrong, it does not mean you can't be a smart ass. There is a difference. A smart ass is funny, sarcastic, states the obvious. Rude is just mean.
HUGE azaleas in my Mom's yard.
Well, today, I crossed the line. I didn't mean to say it and didn't even know I was going to be rude until the words were out of my mouth. I immediately slapped my hand over my mouth and tried to take them back.
More of that pretty lavender!
I was on my way to Nashville to visit my Mom. With less than a quarter of a tank of gas, I figured I better hit the last station before driving into the country. I pulled up to the pump, whipped out my credit card and studied the scanner. No pictures of how to swipe the card. I flipped the card in every direction, but couldn't get the stupid computer to accept it.
The man at the pump next to me offered to help, but couldn't remember how he had run his card through. I had no choice but to go to the lady in the box and ask her to run my card. I asked if she could hold my card until after I pumped and then run it so I could fill my tank.
An arrangement for the porch!
She said,"I can't do that. You have to give me a specific amount." Hmmmm! Not the answer I wanted to hear.
"Okay," I said, feeling rather frustrated, "then how much is the middle grade of gas?"
"I don't know," she said, looking at me rather impatiently.
That's when it happened. My mouth opened and some rude stranger inside of me said, "Well, you aren't very helpful, are you?"
Ladyslipper orchids multiply like crazy in her yard!
How I managed to tell her to put $50 on the card and sign it, I'll never know. The heat of embarrassment coming off of my face was hot enough to blow the place sky high!
Am I the only one that thinks this looks like a scrotum?
To the lady in the glass box in the Lowe's Grocery Gas Station on the Highway 98 By-Pass in Wake Forest, I am soooo sorry! I promise I will never come back!
NOTE: I tried to soften my bad behavior with pretty photos from my Mom's house!