I stopped by the supermarket on the way to work this morning - and no, I wasn't slowed down in the checkout line this time - and as the female store clerk put my items into my plastic bags, she asked the strangest thing.
"Will you be needing any help carrying these items to your car today?" she asked.
Okay, I'm getting a little bit ahead of myself. This question wouldn't normally be considered strange, but here's what I was buying:
-a bag of salad
-one rotisserie chicken
Yep, that's it. Pretty much less than 3 lbs.
"Um, yeah, I think I can manage," I reply.
"Well, you never know," she says, before walking over to another checkout line.
I walk out of the store, and then realize what happened -- she was flirting with me.
Dear God, what is wrong with my head?
In math terms, it'd look like:
Cute girl + nonsensical statement = SHE WAS INTERESTED!
Have I looked down the barrel of rejection for so long that I can't see an opening when it appears right before me?
I am seriously beside myself. I am denser than Mercury. Heck, I am denser than Dark Matter.
I need a CAT scan STAT!
If ya'll excuse me, I've got "Get a CLUE Idiot!" exercises to work on... ;)
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