It’s not often that I come up with just the right thing to say at just the right moment. Usually it’s half an hour or so after the fact that I come up with just the right punch-line or the perfect retort.
Imagine how proud I was of myself when, at the supermarket check-out today, the young fellow inadvertently opened the box in which my new soap was packaged and dropped said soap on the counter. He looked at me, obviously upset that he’d tainted my soap and at a loss about what to do, and said, “I’m so sorry about that.”
“No problem,” I said as casual as you please, “I’ll wash it when I get home.”
I left the supermarket beaming. I’d obviously made the register guy’s day and to date that was one of my wittiest moments.
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