“She had two gallons of milk, and I was starin’ at her jugs.”
Like the blond gal at the store that was repeatedly touching various parts of her body. I asked her if she was all right.
She laughed. “Oh I’m fine - it is how I remember what I need to pick up. A head of lettuce, two gallons of milk, and some Fantastic.”
OK, hubby and I are laughing so hard we’re crying. I can hardly see to type.