Follow-up on Albertson's at Closing Time

As related here.

Early Sunday morning, I had to run to pick some essentials that my wife forgot to pick up the night before.

As I scanned my items, I heard the voice from the machine, very softly, speak to me:

"dadwithnoisykids, we read your blog. We had no idea you were married to one of them."

I answered, "yes, my heart belongs to another. I am flesh and blood, just like my wife. You, on the other hand, are-"

"Silicon-based?" she snapped, interrupting me, "there are plenty of that kind around who are silicon-based as well!"

I was going to respond when I realized that a man in the next aisle was staring at me. He was so distracted that his box of Krispy Kreme donuts fell out of his hands and onto the floor.

"Who are you talking to?" he said.

"Uh, myself," I stammered.