Shit for brains

I was just called shit for brains. Maybe I was asked, do I have shit for brains. It all happened so quickly.

I was buying a water at the store downstairs. The guy in front of me was paying and a young girl walked up to the lottery machine. When I got to the cashier, I asked the woman behind the counter if there was an age limit for people to buy lottery tickets. She said she thought so, but was not sure. Then this other woman, who was behind me in line, asked if I had shit for brains.

I did not know what to say. First, I very well may have shit for brains, so if I was honest and admitted such a thing, she might get mad at me and think I was being sarcastic. Either way, it was unfortunate.

Speaking of strange store things. This morning on my way to work, I stopped at a local donut shop and purchased a single donut, mostly to celebrate the fact that I made it through the weekend and was heading back to work. When I went to pay, the clerk told me it was 79 cents. So at first I handed her a dollar bill, but since it was 79, I looked at the little change container near the register, you know, the take a penny, give a penny container. For some reason, I thought that if I took 4 pennies from the container, it would be easier for the clerk. She kind of grunted as my fingers touched the pennies, and I help my dollar, registered the look of disgust on her face, noticed that there appeared to be other coins in the small container as well as many pennies, so I decided to scavenge. I found two quarters in the change container, a dime and 19 pennies. So, in short, I got a free donut. I may have accidentally solved the worlds hunger problems.