There is a very friendly cashier at the SuperT in Savage who really loves cats. Sadly though she is allergic. Or her husband is allergic. Someone in the household is allergic, I just can’t quite remember who it is. You would think I could remember since this is not the first time I’ve had this very friendly cashier who loves cats tell me this story. Also you would think that I could remember which of the cashiers at the SuperT likes to talk about cats and then avoid her when I am buying cat food.
Apparently I can’t.
I’m not a person to talk about my cats. I have a phobia of being the crazy cat lady. I have an extra-special, super-duper phobia of being the messy-haired, stained-t-shirt-wearing lady who goes to the SuperT and talks to the cashier about her cats. I AM NOT THAT WOMAN. It was totally the cashier’s fault. And you’d better believe that I thought about telling every other shopper around me that it wasn’t my fault. Because it wasn’t. At all.