Stuff and More Stuff

I went grocery shopping and bought the usual crap. I also got a lot of veggies. Not because I eat a lot of veggies, but it makes me feel like the checkout person isn’t judging me as bad if I have veggies along with six gallons of ice cream and four cases – yes, cases – of hot pockets.

Anyhoo, the checkout guy has to look each veggie up and weigh them and whatnot. He picks up my two onions in a bag and begins to look at them like it was his first time to see a rubix cube. He was utterly perplexed.

He turns to me and says, “Are these onions?”

Me: “How’s that?”

Checkout Guy: “Huh?”

Me: “Yes. Those are onions.”

Checkout guy: “Oh.”

“Oh?” Really? Had he never in his life been witness to the wonders of an actual onion? These weren’t strange onions from another land or anything; I’d just picked them up about 20 yards away! They were totally normal onions in every sense that an onion can be normal!

Which brings me to the point of this post…

I always find it funny when people say, “How’s that?” when they didn’t quite hear you. I dunno why. It’s just amusing. Not like throwing-yogurt-out-your-window-while-driving-and-it-gets-on-your-face amusing, but more like when-an-Austrailian-person-speaks kinda amusing. Not that I have anything against Aussies. I think their accents are pretty sexy, actually. But it’s still amusing.