While on a trip to our local mall today, I enjoyed a few brief moments of amusement at someone else's expense. She Who Shall Not Be Named, you see, was running around the kiosks, pointing at the various sunglasses and necklaces and muttering strange and eldritch things.
Due to her diminutive stature, of course, all any of the proprietors saw was yours truly slowly making the circuit of their stands. As you can imagine, I enjoyed watching them moving in for the kill, only to stop short when confronted with a toddler intent on counting off each pane of glass in the display.
That is, until one guy (who apparently specialized in selling sterling silver representations of Jesus) figured out what was really going on:
Shopguy: Cute kid.
Pete: Yeah, she knows.
Shopguy: She has a good eye.
Pete: ...for what, exactly?
Shopguy: Jewelry. Girl knows her bling.
Pete: Did you just say "bling?" What the hell does a 20-month old know about "bling?"
Shopguy: Most don't know shit, but yours really had has a knack for the expensive stuff.
Pete: ...
Shopguy: Yeah, she should really know what she wants by the time she's a teenager.
Pete: Tell me, do these mind games make up for your lousy salary?
Shopguy: Sometimes.
So there you have it: my daughter "knows her bling." Between that, her newfound talent for pouring whatever she's drinking onto the floor, and her love of doing somersaults for no reason, I should start getting trophies made.
I still have my "World's Greatest Crapper" trophy my parents made for me when I was 12... strike that... 2.
Surprised that a shopguy would use the word "shit" with a customer. Unfortunately not surprised about the bling.
Surprised that a shopguy would use the word "shit" with a customer.
I think he clued in pretty quick to the fact that I wasn't in the market for a big shiny crucifix.
i hate the word "bling." especially when idiotic twenty-year-old girls talk about their "bling bling." it makes me want to poke them in the eyes.