Yesterday, I was making my way through the grocery store on a decidedly snowy winter day, I was immersed in buying only a few items to get us by at the house. As I was stopped at the salad department finally fighting off the cold in my long wool coat, I heard this voice behind me say "can I help you sir?"
I briefly thought "Really??" until I turned around and saw the real sir the produce clerk was talking to-not me. So I guess it's true, it's not all about me.
Lewis Carroll said it best.
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