I've been under the weather for four or five days now. Hubby gets home today and grandson wants to go get Gatorade, hot pockets, etc. I put a sweat shirt on over my long sleeved tee shirt and yoga pants and head out.

We are walking around in the small store, and I shout, softly, "Come on. We need to go."

A guy look around the aisle, and says, "Are you talking to me?"

I'm like, "NO, I was talking to my grandson Kyle. Sorry."

"No worry, I'll go with you."

WTF I'm 54 years old, feel like shit, and this thirty or forty year old upstart wants to go home with me? Not happening. I turned on him and said, "You know what? You need to move along. I don't feel good. My grandson and I are leaving, and you certainly don't need me to call my husband."

He acted offended and said, "Well, I thought you were very pretty, and was just joking. no offense."

He was probably right. I feel like crap and will snap in a heart beat. After checking out, I walked to the end of the line and apologized. Instead of being mean, he said,"Hun, I don't care how old you are, don't call for someone to come on. You'll get a lot of takers." Have to say. It made my day. I just murmured, "Thank you, and left.

So, on bad days, everything is not bad. lol