What do you do when someone “cuts the cheese” while you’re in the checkout line?
How do you let others know that “Hey, it wasn’t me?!” That was the quandary I found myself in while chatting about cats with the cashier and another customer.
There I was, getting a dose of warm-fuzzies from other cat people when all suddenly, I got a dose of something else. And immediately knew what it was.
We’re talkin’ foul, folks. “Something crawled up in there and died,” foul.
I looked at the people behind me, at the cashier, the bagger, and the customer I was talking with who high-tailed…