May 19th, 2010

Willow

Still sick

Popped past the shops this morning for water, strepsils and butter menthols. Grabbed something for lunch sandwiches as well.

The cashier says, "How are you this morning?" as I put these items on the counter.
I say, "Good thanks."
And she says, "Good."

And I stand there amused at the ridiculousness of inane conversation.