Friendliness leads to ick...

We have a quirky grocery store in our neighborhood called Lucky's. I love it because it is convenient, has nice employees and great meat. The downside is you have a better than decent chance of being assaulted in the parking lot. I've been a patron for years!

I went to Lucky's this morning for creamer for the diva's coffee. As I was looking for items that fit his exacting specifications, I ran into a friend's father, or so I thought. He looked at me like he knew me. He was dressed old man casual; khaki pants, sweater, hat, jacket. This looks like Fionnuala's father, I thought.  We had this conversation:

Me: "are you Fionnuala's father?"
Old man : "what?"
Me:  "are you Fionnuala's father?"
Old man:  "who?"

This should have been a clue that perhaps I had the wrong man. Once I think I'm right, I bulldoze on. I once argued with a man for 30 minutes about whether or not he was of Native American heritage because he couldn't hold his liquor.

Me:  "FIONNUALA!  ARE YOU HER FATHER?!"
Old man:  "Fionnuala, who?" (Now I'm pretty sure I have the right guy because Fionnuala's dad is a smartass)
Me: "Fionnuala _______"
Old man:  "no, I'm nobody's father"
Me:  "I'm sorry".

As I walk away, the old man yells, "it's not from lack of trying!"

Ick, ick, ick!!!!