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I'm putting this here rather than Sightings, even though it was my mom, but only because there was nothing sucky here; just really brain burpy.
We're at the grocery store picking up some salad fixings and she nabs a smokehouse without looking for the PLU sticker on it. We finally make it up to the counter to pay and the first thing the cashier picks up is the tomato. She flips the thing around trying to find the sticker and is unsuccessful. She looks to my mom and asks "You wouldn't know what kind of tomato this is, would you?"
My mom looks like a deer caught in headlights. Not sure what else to say, she answers "Uh...a red one?"
My mom goes to hide, and I tell the cashier it's a smokehouse, so she's able to pull up the number. By the time we left, my poor mom was the same shade she so amazingly observed the tomato was.
We're at the grocery store picking up some salad fixings and she nabs a smokehouse without looking for the PLU sticker on it. We finally make it up to the counter to pay and the first thing the cashier picks up is the tomato. She flips the thing around trying to find the sticker and is unsuccessful. She looks to my mom and asks "You wouldn't know what kind of tomato this is, would you?"
My mom looks like a deer caught in headlights. Not sure what else to say, she answers "Uh...a red one?"
My mom goes to hide, and I tell the cashier it's a smokehouse, so she's able to pull up the number. By the time we left, my poor mom was the same shade she so amazingly observed the tomato was.
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