Where did she put her cash

Carolyn and I went out for a meal and popped into Value Village thrift store afterwards, I like to get my books there, although Carolyn always seems to get a lot of stuff for our grand-daughter Jade.  Although saying that, the red silk Oriental style homemade dress and the two Barbie dolls, grandpa picked out!

But I digress.

Waiting in line a woman pushed a cart full of items up to an empty register and started looking for her money. She checked her purse to no avail, she then started checking her jacket pocket and talking to herself oblivious to her surroundings.

“Check your pocket sweetie, my jeans,” she jammed her hands into her tight jean pockets, “slow down honey, check my butt,” with that she slid her hands into her back pockets and still came up empty, “Maybe in my titties,” she says then gropes herself through her blouse. Unhappy with the results she pushes a hand inside her blouse and has a good root around. Finding no money, she tuts then walks out the store and leaves the cart where it was. She never came back in again and as she walked out I’m thinking:

The women certainly have more places to stash stuff, no wonder they always have trouble finding it again.

I know the wife likes to stash her Blackberry in her bra, if it’s on vibrate she gets a lot more text messages from her hubby than usual!

The meat may be tough…

Overheard in thrift store.

A man and woman were looking at the cutlery,  he was kneeling on the floor arranging steak knives in a row, the woman told him she wanted six of them and asked if they were sharp. The guy replied:

The meat may be tough, but you can always cut the gravy.

The woman shook her head and rolled her eyes at me as I walked past.