Mr. B and I stopped by the grocery store on our way home from dinner last night to pick up a few things needed for tonight’s dinner. This was supposed to be a quick trip, but ended up as a longer trip as we added in a few more things here and there because they were on sale or we remembered we were low on something. After staring at barbecue sauces for a few minutes waiting for Mr. B to make a decision about one, I started making comments to hopefully get him to pick one so we could go home. He muttered something under his breath that I didn’t quite hear. I immediately said “What did you say?” When he didn’t answer I repeated it. He still wouldn’t answer.
At about this time, another girl (lady? I dunno, she seemed about my age, so it’s hard for me to say lady, but girl sounds too young) was walking down the aisle and had to pass between us and the barbecue sauces Mr B. was still looking at, so she said “Excuse me” and walked through. No big deal. I was still trying to get Mr. B to repeat what he said. Unfortunately, my next repeat of “What did you say?” came just as she passed us. Since it was the third time I had asked, I was kind of exasperated, so my tone wasn’t just normal. She turned back, looking somewhat stricken, and said “I just said, ‘Excuse me’…” Of course, by then I was falling all over myself between trying to say “Oh, sorry” and “No, I was talking to him” and that sorta thing. I felt really bad. And of course, Mr. B sat and laughed through the entire thing…