I was in BJs looking at socks. I told Marcy I would be by the bagels. When she saw me she yelled “Squirrel” to get my attention.
. . . It worked.
Then she picked up the Zu Zu pet in my cart and asked, “What is this?” Why? Well, just because I told her I only needed to buy two things at BJs neither of which were socks or a Zu Zu pet.
Marcy decided that I was somewhat like the dog in UP that was distracted by the squirrel. I’m not admitting that’s completely true. However, I will admit there is a certain amount of truth to her characterization.
Especially this week, on Tuesday I went to a Celtics’ game with three friends. The Garden was so visually overwhelming that someone may as well have been sitting next to me shouting “squirrel” every 15 seconds!
1 comment:
I didn't start yelling "Squirrel" until you did. But I think we both suffer from squirrel syndrome. Maybe they should add it to the DSM - V
Marcy
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