Meet Mr/Ms/Mrs Stew P. Dity...

My mom is one that experiments on food a lot. One weekend, I was having breakfast wherein my mom served us another of her 'experiments'. She made a batch of home made pizzas wherein the crust is our everyday pandesal cut in halves and toppings consists of tomato paste, cheese, hotdogs, ham, onions and bell peppers. Looks good enough so I took a bite. With a resounding 'Mmmmm...', my mom asked, 'Is it good?'

I quickly ignored her question for reasons that I may blurt out a most sarcastic comment. Did she really have to ask that question? Isn't the 'Mmmmmm...' enough to show my liking to the stuff? Everyday we encounter questions that I termed, 'Must ask questions'. Here is on of them, hope you get to share yours.

I was once shopping for a new pair of pants. When I found the right size and color I was searching for, I immediately went to the counter with the sign 'Express Lane - Cash only'. So being in a hurry I fell in line and waited for my turn. When it was finally my turn to pay, the salesclerk on the counter asked, 'Are you buying that sir?' I almost slapped myself to stop me from slapping her. Then I turned and smiled and said the obvious answer. Then she asked another 'Must Ask' question. She said, 'Would it be cash or charge?' This time I really (almost) hit myself. Is it not that her lane is an 'Express Lane - Cash only' kind? Exasperation, exasperation, exasperation. Breathe, breathe, breathe. But in retrospect, I kinda thank these people, because without them there would be no one to compare how stupid one is...

How 'bout you? Have you ever met Mr/Ms/Mrs Stew P. Dity?