The Chex Mix guy strikes again.

Twice actually. A few weeks ago, the 99c sale was on, calling me like a siren song. I hoped I’d see the CM guy so I could continue our funny banter. I was nearly disappointed until I saw him at the last check stand on my way out. (Click here and here for the first two encounters with the Chex Mix guy.)

“Hey, Chex Mix guy.” [I actually used his real name, but you know, privacy and all that.] When he looked up, I said, “Time to restock the Chex Mix again.”

Without missing a beat, he said, “Yeah, I knew it when I saw you come in.” [He probably didn’t see me come in.]

My spoils.

Today I was back. He walked by as I was checking out. “Hi, Chex Mix guy,” I said. (Again, not his real name.)

He smiled and said, “Hi,” and looked about to say my name then realized he didn’t know it. A couple steps past me he realized who I was, it seems. He turned and said, “Hey, did you get Chex Mix?”

“Not this time.”

He put on a face of not understanding.

“I do buy other things.”

He glanced into my cart from afar and said, “I’m so confused.”

I love funny people. Like my son, for instance. We got home from the store, and I’m putting groceries away. I hear him calling me from the other room where he immediately ran upon arrival to play with his cars.

This is how he called me:

“Betsyyy… Betsyyy… Betsyyy…”

Uuum…

Then a few minutes later I casually mention bacon, he says, “Ooooh, bacon,” runs to the kitchen, and climbs in his highchair. #hisfather’sson #okayandminetoo

He also dumped the contents of a game on the floor and said, “Oh, goodness.”

I was quite proud of how well he speaks, so naturally I bragged to my mother about what a genius her grandson is. Then the next day he tried to cut my fingernails with a paper clip.

Have a great week!