I went to the grocery store, bought the store out, and the nice carry out boy said he'd be glad to help me. We walked around the parking lot for at least ten minutes. He finally said to me lady do you know what your car looks like. It was then I remembered I had driven my husband's pickup. The carry out boy must have told all the others about me because I was never offered help there again.
My next incident was at a casino. I was playing the penny slots(I'm big spender) and happened to win $100.00. I got the invoice, walked over to where my DH was, and kissed him on top of his head. The guy turns around, and says that was nice, but why? I laughed telling him he had his nerve having the same shirt and being bald like my DH. My DH was at the other end of the row laughing.