I preface this story by saying I didn't do anything wrong, really. I was asked a question, and I answered it. Honestly.
Sigh.
The fact that it's cringe-inducing is just gravy for you, dear reader.
Last week, Mom and I went into a number of antique shops in Old Littleton. We found some good stuff here and there.
While I was at the register in one store, I spotted a box of old photos. I like old photos that are a bit strange. I found one of two little boys. The way the photo was taken, their eyes were really dark, giving them an eerie, Children of the Corn vibe (I'm not including the photo in this post, and you'll know why soon enough).
The woman rang up my purchases, including the photo, and asked me what I do with old photos. I answered honestly: "I like to collect photos that are a little... off. And these little boys have crazy eyes."
[silence]
The woman straightened and said "Those boys are my grandsons."
shit.
There wasn't much more to do after that other than smile and walk out of the store.
So much for being honest with strangers.
Happy New Year, everybody!!
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