She strolled by, up and down the cheap linoleum aisles of Wallyworld in search of kitty litter in case the Storm of the Century actually materialized and dumped a metric ton of snow on her insanely steep north-facing driveway.
She’d been to the gym.
Plenty of sweat in plenty of places.
Hair completely out of place.
The gray hoodie around her shoulders did nothing but wash out her skin tone (and keep her warm).
But with gas prices creeping near $4 a gallon, a trip into town is a trip into town and efficiency is key.
So, with feminine hygiene products perched proudly in the child seat area of the cart, she rounded the corner and headed down the pet food aisle toward the kitty litter display at the back of the store.
In slow motion, at the end of the aisle, she looked left, then right, then left again. Driver’s Ed lessons applied to the aisles of Walmart.
Then a look right.
A second look left.
A half smile exchanged between them.
And the kitty litter was to the right.
After careful selection (i.e. Which one of these crappy bags of rocks is the cheapest because we just need to DRIVE over it?), and the ultra-feminine act of hefting a 30 lb bag of pellets designed to absorb cat pee into her cart, she turned the cart toward the exit.
Once again, the cute shopping man was there.
A full smile this time.
Not laughing. Not condescending.
Just an apparently genuine smile.
And then the irony: on the day that you look most like crap, with a cart full of feminine hygiene products and cat litter, you’ll see a cute one.
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