Whole Wheat Strangers
My favorite American supermarket is by far Trader Joe's. I shop there at least once a week and the closest location to me is situated in West Hollywood in a somewhat Russian neighborhood. It's generally crowded and often people are jockeying for aisle space and curiously, for the food as well...although I've never seen an item out of stock. It's a lively crowd and generally people are pretty nice. Often when I go on my own, I meet a new market buddy. Here are my favorites.
A few weeks ago, while contemplating the tomato sauce, I heard someone say, "Why do you walk around like you're scared?" Not realizing the man was speaking to me, I ignored the question but then felt a tap on my shoulder. It was one half of what turned out to be a very nice gay couple. The man continued, "Why do you slouch like that? It looks ugly." We exchanged a couple of sentences and then they proceeded to help me pick out their favorite tomato sauce and other grocery items.
Yesterday, while standing in the check-out line, the very good looking boy/man in front of me turned around and let me know that he went to Berkeley. I was confused and looked down to see if I was possibly wearing some UCLA gear that might have prompted the man to volunteer that information. Politely I replied with my collegiate credentials and then he proceeded to tell me that he was on the college golf team.
Me: Oh, OK. You look like an athlete
Him: Yeah, I was the fullback.
Me: In golf?
Him: Well... yeah... or in the other sport.
A few weeks ago, while contemplating the tomato sauce, I heard someone say, "Why do you walk around like you're scared?" Not realizing the man was speaking to me, I ignored the question but then felt a tap on my shoulder. It was one half of what turned out to be a very nice gay couple. The man continued, "Why do you slouch like that? It looks ugly." We exchanged a couple of sentences and then they proceeded to help me pick out their favorite tomato sauce and other grocery items.
Yesterday, while standing in the check-out line, the very good looking boy/man in front of me turned around and let me know that he went to Berkeley. I was confused and looked down to see if I was possibly wearing some UCLA gear that might have prompted the man to volunteer that information. Politely I replied with my collegiate credentials and then he proceeded to tell me that he was on the college golf team.
Me: Oh, OK. You look like an athlete
Him: Yeah, I was the fullback.
Me: In golf?
Him: Well... yeah... or in the other sport.
3 Comments:
i am sitting in a library shirking my clinical duties. already, i have learned two new things today:
1. gay men are big on posture.
2. people use being on a golf team as a pickup line (somehow that option escaped me).
you needed to refer the gay couple to the tina yao facts, for they mistakenly used "you" and "scared" in the same sentence.
Haha, a gay man in a Banana Republic store once imitated my posture and swaggering walk to explain how he could tell I was an athlete.
Tina has gone soft. She had a fresh baby in her arms a couple weeks ago and she didn't even eat her.
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