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Last week my best friend's Mom passed away. I was invited over to the house for drinks and to help go through photo albums. My friend asked if I could stop by the dreaded Wal*Mart, to obtain a few wine coolers for her, as I had to run in and get toilet paper. As I was checking out with my tp and 3/2 Bartles and James, I hear an unsolicited male voice announce, "I'm gonna be doing some of that on Thursday. I sure wish I could tonight, but I gotta work tomorrow." I painfully turned my gaze to the unkempt, scrawny, overall-clad lad, and replied, "Yeah, two more days, huh? I know how that goes. Hang in there," in Minnesota-nice tones. Apparently this reflected an exceeding interest on my part:crazy: and the guy replied, "Hey, you wanna meet me here Thursday night? I'll buy." He was totally serious.
Yes. My wedding ring-wearing self wants to meet you for a date at WAL-MART, wherein we will pick up and consume 3/2 wine coolers, and see where the night takes us.:rofl:
Poor guy. He must've been lonely. I was a bit surprised, got confused, then flustered, started laughing (I feel really bad about that- I didn't mean to make fun of him) and I pretty much ran away with my bag of stuff.
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