This is a short story about how a visit to Kroger earlier today
went from normal, to flattering, to creepy. Here it goes...
This morning I went to Kroger real quick to get couple ingredients
I was missing to make Lionel his birthday cake. I was grabbing the buttermilk
when I heard somebody behind me say: "Excuse me". I turned around and
there was a guy, probably in his late forties, standing there. "Do you
know where I can find pie crusts?” I told him where to find them and he walked
away. So far so good.
I then ran into him again (probably on purpose as I later found
out) and he said "Excuse me again. Are you married?” I answered yes, and
he added "You are a very pretty girl". I said a weary thank you as he
walked away, hoping that was it. But he came back couple minutes later and said
"Excuse me, but I have to ask. If I give you my number, is there any way I
can take you out?" ... WHAT?!? You've got to be kidding me people!! I
answered a firm "No sir" and he finally left. But I definitely
lingered for a few extra minutes at the store to make sure I wouldn't run into
him outside. Oh, and may I mention that I have a cold and was wearing my sweat
pants?
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