I am posting this here because it is a literary reference. DH and ventured into downtown Reading yesterday (ick) and were window shopping in a rather crappy five and dime.
This place is so crappy that they have a guard at the door who takes all of your bags when you enter the store and then you retrieve them when you leave. Apparantly, people were giving this poor female guard a bit of grief that day.
As we were leaving, one of her friends came up behind her and said "Excuse me, you gave me the wrong bag."
She turned around, saw who it was and said "Et tu, Motherfucker?"
Ya know, I have a feeling that might be a bit closer to what Julius Caesar REALLY said when one of his dear friends stabbed him in the back
Amy