True Story.

While shopping at Target last week in search of a baby shower gift, I had a bad case of the sniffles. I was prepared though. My pockets and purse were loaded with fresh Kleenex, ready to aid in my congestion relief.

I selected a Polo and jeans ensemble for the babe, perused the clearance racks, (I found a sweet little cable knit sweater for $6.24) and wandered through the thank-yous and note card section. All the while sniffing, wiping and blowing my pointy little nose. I arrived at the check out counter shortly after Purell-ing my germ ridden hands, so as to not pass on my sweet cold, and placed my items on the conveyor belt.

As I was swiping my debit card through the reader, I noticed that the checker kept staring at me. I glanced at my items and wondered why she was staring. I wasn't buying condoms or tampons in bulk, or anything strange for that matter. Just a sweater and a baby gift, thank you very much. I decided to shrug off her stares, who cares if she's staring at me, right? I paid for my things, thanked her and went on my merry way.

When I got into my van, the gas light was on, practically screaming at me to fill 'er up, so I mozied over to the Shell. Here's where it gets interesting. As I was inserting the nozzle in to the tank, I happened to glance up at my reflection in the window. (hey, I was having a good hair day...I couldn't help it!) To my absolute horror, I saw a HUGE booger staring back at me. A BOOGER! Right there on the end of my nose! No wonder the checker lady was staring at me with that mingled look of fear and confusion. Should she tell me? What will I say? Poor lady. Poor me.

And that, my friends is how not to top off your Friday morning.