Sponsorsed by www.chick-fil-a.com/Locations/OH/Southern-Park Lk 11 "...Father, hallowed be your name, your Kingdom come. Give us each day our daily bread and forgive us our sins for we ourselves forgive everyone in debt to us, and do not subject us to the final test." Acts 16:14b Open our hearts, O Lord, to listen to the words of your Son.
You know how when you're walking through the mall courtyard or a department store section or the airport main concourse and someone tries to "git ya"?
You know, git ya with their sales line for: perfume, eyebrow braiding, a facial, a new hot tub, a cellphone upgrade, or a survey about the living conditions of unicorns on planet Whatzit?
They try to git ya. Here's a helpful tip for all you wannabe gitters out there; don't insult the prey, you dig?
The other day as I was rushing to catch up to my husband to find our designated departure gate at the Denver airport, a gitter came at me. "Can I give you a sample of our hydration cream?" He said. "Of course you CAN, and I'll permit it, too," I was thinking in my rushed, irritable state though I just smiled and politely said, "Sure."
Fatal error on my part. Not only was Kerry lost amid a see of travelers but now the gitter had me marked. "Oh, great, and let me just tell you about..." I kindly cut him off -- "Sorry, my husband's already gone."
He made a last ditch pitch, looking straight at my clearly haggered face, he said, "Ew; at least let me give you some treatment for your eyes!" #Rude
Game over, gitter. Look, I know I was tired and cranky and hungry and playing "Find the hubby"...and yes, I am 50. But not only was that unnecessarily hurtful, I will also tell EVERYONE I KNOW TO NEVER BUY HORMETA age-fighting cream. I'll stick with Olay, thanks.
Oh, and BTW, young gitter? GOTCHA! #BeNiceToOldPeople #OldPeopleAreGrumpy