So, there I was at the checkout thingy with Heidi at our local supermarket with me tasked to my usual job of taking the stuff out of the trolley and putting it on the counter. It should be noted that I am no longer allowed to pack the stuff into bags as I apparently am not aware of the scientific process of not putting certain objects in the same bag incase they cause an explosion………………..and you can bet your bottom that the words “be careful with the eggs” will be muttered every time by the wife. It’s a good thing she says that because otherwise I may start juggling with them.
Anyway, as I unpacked the bacon, the eggs, the toilet paper (luxury by the way) and various other household and food items my sixth sense took over.
Now, I do not have super powers although I wish I could be invisible………….I mean , I was invisible when I was a teenager…………certainly any girl I ever spoke to certainly thought I was……………but I have sometimes wished I was, really invisible. If I was, there are certain places I would to be invisible in. For example, Buckingham Palace to find out what the “Family” are like eating breakfast, watching TV, etc…………does The Queen eat ribs with her hands, does she ever enjoy a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken? …………. does she read my blog?
