So, as I’m heading out for the afternoon walk with Dewey, Amy says she has a curbside grocery order at HEB that needs to be picked up. Being the obedient husband, I say, “No problem, text me what I’m supposed to do.”
She diligently complies with specific directions about parking and procedures, and says the order is under the name ‘Snorky Snorkelson.”
Apparently there was an emoji.
I don’t speak emoji.
I arrived, parked and when queried as to the order name…
“Snorky Snorkelson.”
A few awkward blank stares.
“That’s what it says!”
The HEB girl and I bonded.
I apparently need emoji lessons.
There’s evidently an emoji for “just kidding.”
