At Costco this morning, I reach out to hand the cashier my money and in the process end up dropping all the coins on the counter.
Me: Sorry, it's been one of those days.
Him: Big party?
Me: Bachelorette party last night. It was pretty crazy. I didn't get much sleep.
Him: ... Gotcha
I think we're being all conspiratorial when it suddenly occurs to me that he's talking about the fact that I am in the process of paying for 2 birthday cakes and 5 boxes of cream puffs. And I'm wearing a skirt. And heels.
Me: Oh, and my Grandma's turning 90 today!
Him: Yeah. Okay. Gotcha. Have fun with that.
I am the smoothest girl ever.