Back in July - I posted about some efforts I'd been making in the interest of improving my health and about an experience I had at the local grocery store. I've posted an update about the exercise and other business at blogabetes - here! Please check that out...
But for all the girls who were curious about my grocery store adventure... I think I need to find a new meat market... At least for my deli products... Last week, the deli counter was mobbed! I picked #422, they were serving #400. As most of you know, in deli time, 22 numbers is an eternity. So, I dug in my purse for Blue, my Ipod... And dug. And dug. He was nowhere to be found. Damn it... I pulled my cart back as far from the ant-on-attack-like crowd of deli product needers... And waited...
Then I heard someone say, "What number do you have?" I turned slightly.
A tall, rather cute, dark-haired gentleman stood there. "You don't remember me..." He remarked, "Still got that boyfriend?"
"422," I say.
"Oh, I've got number 422... Um, and yes, I've still got a boyfriend."
"Too bad," he says, "I don't have a number, just thought I'd say hi."
"Oh, um... Thanks."
"Yeah." Blushing tremendously and shuffling my feet...
Now, anyone who knows me will tell you, I am not shy - some people might even say I'm a flirt. But the combination of rushed, nervous, impatient energy, and the return of my deli friend was all too much to take. I gave my number to the next person I saw at the ticket machine and went and checked out. I proceeded to the much less crowded, much more expensive local mom and pop deli counter, where I proceeded to spend the most rewarding $15.00 for $8.00 worth of deli products I've ever spent. I guess I need to further "ugly it up" for the grocery store. WTF?