I never really paid attention to the fun that could be had at the grocery store.

I made a man run into those dector-thingamadiggies at the door. Not because I ran him over with the shopping cart, but because he was too busy staring at me to watch where he was going.

Another one let me ahead of him in line, (probably just so that he could check out my butt, but oh well).

And yet another two (teenagers) stumbled over each other to ask if I needed them to carry my (two) bags.

I got quite the chuckle out of it.

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