Mombshell Toast (is it o-k with you if I get a little bit catty?)

A Mombshell  Toast going out today to the woman in front of me at Gymboree.  You cut in front of me in line, then you proceeded to pay with a check.  After writing the check, showing your photo I.D. and reciting your driver’s license number, you decided you didn’t want the red shirt.   The saleswoman […]