Huh?

I went to the grocery store last night around 5 pm. First off, not the best time to go. Lots of folks getting off work and running to the store. Then of course it was raining. And I ended up getting more than I went for in the first place.

I went for ice cream. #1 has a cold. And doesn't feel well. And wanted ice cream. Yeah, I know, you are not supposed to eat dairy products when you have a cold. But he was pathetic all day, huddled under a quilt and watching tv but saying he was cold and nothing was on tv. He then decided he really really wanted/needed caramel ice cream. At first I declined. He was OK with that but was pathetic. After a while, I looked at him and asked- Do you really really really want that ice cream? He brightened up a bit and said oooooohhhh yes.

Fine. So off I went.

I was loading my groceries in the back of the car-the hatch covering me from the light rain and spitting of snow. A little truck drove by and parked. A young man jumped out and ran to the car beside me. I thought, hmmm, I need to watch when I put my cart up because he will be pulling out. I put the last bag in the car and suddenly a voice behind me says loudly " des sail aye Madame (ok, I am not sure about the first word, I was sort of shocked and don't remember-and the phonic spelling is probably off cause, well, I don't speak French). I turn around and the driver of the small truck was running past me to the store and waved at me as he went on. Hmmm, I have NO idea what he said but it was for me. I look at his receding form and wonder. Did he just warn me to look out for his friend in the car next to me? Did he just call me an old bag? Or did he just tell me in a happy tone to F#$% Off?

I am going with "Be Careful Lady". I was. Thanks.