Went to the grocery to get some things and this man got a cart and stood around looking at the weekly ad while I was hunting for a good cart.
He was impeccably dressed, perfectly groomed and had some pretty awesome eyes. And so…there I was in my best grubby clothes…ancient roll-up tab pants, sign language t-shirt (no…not that kind like the “Have a nice day” flippin the bird shirt I posted of my neighbor lol), my hair all crazy from the humidity……but this man kept standing around looking at me.
He went and foraged around in some things up front; mulling around. I looked at him wondering if he was one of THEM…he was smiling at me and he freakin —>blushed<—. I was like…ummmm…ok…wth was that about ::shrug::
Seriously, I’m nothing to look at, so I figure when some guy’s looking at me it’s because I’m weird or whatever…or they’re a perv. The only other reason I could imagine is because they’re FBI/State BI/SD employee/local LE (and they read my blog and/or listen to my convos LOL)
Maybe some understand my bizarre sense of humor. I don’t know.
I kinda figured if he could sign, more than likely he would have approached me about my shirt. Maybe he was waiting to see if I was going to sign with the person who came with me. I didn’t need to sign because there wasn’t any distorted, blaring music overhead and there was only one announcement over the PA system.
And so, he walked past the last aisle I was in, checked out and walked out the side door to the parking lot.
Maybe he used to have a beard…hmmm. I wonder.