Greeting Card Insults...or something like that!
The lady that turned to me was beautiful. "Oh," she said, "my daughter buys them for me. I have several pairs."
The conversation had begun. I told her that I was buying for my 101 year old friend. She turned to look at me with puzzled eyes. "Well, I am 92." she said. She was not nearly as impressed as I thought she would be.
The exchange turned to all those things we talk about with strangers. Then it was time to leave and as I moved to go, she told me she was buying a card for her daughter-in-law. "I don't like her very much but oh well" she said.
Unfortunately, there was not a card for that sentiment:
I think I need to tell you...
I don't really like you.
Golly, I love going to the grocery store.