Barney Fife Moment

I've recently discovered that I'm a Barney Fife wannabee. Heck, I've known that all along, I just get reminded every now and then. Yesterday I was at LuLu grocery shopping and minding my own business, well, almost. I'm bit nosy like my dad and like to observe everything going on in my nearby vicinity and maybe even a bit beyond. Anyway, there was a lady just a few yards from me twisting tops off of rosewater bottles. That's not a perfume over here, that would be a cooking condiment. She was literally breaking the seals and sniffing the fragrance to see, I presume, if it were to her likings. The first one (that I saw, anyway) must have not passed the muster because she set it back on the shelf, picked up another one, and broke the seal, again I was aghast. I promptly looked at her wide eyed and in my most authoritative voice said, "You cannot do that!". Yeah, I know, I can't believe I haven't been deported, yet, either. She looked at me, raised an eyebrow, and tilted her head as if to say, "Watch me". I repeated myself with just as much indignation as the first time and she says, "Why not?", all innocently and slips the bottle in her basket motioning that she's purchasing it. I said, "Yeah, and how about the one on the shelf?!" She turned away, casually picked it up and set it in her basket. I hesitated, turned, and went my own way knowing that without a doubt, she put those bottles right back on the shelf for some other unsuspecting soul to pick up and purchase her hand me downs. She won. Arghh, I don't know why I take things like this so personally, but I do.


Just one time, I'd love to scream out those iconic words, "CITIZEN'S ARREST, CITIZEN'S ARREST! That would be pure music to my ears. Now, stay out of trouble, folks ;P

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