Lost in the supermarket
I was driving home from Max's around two in the morning the other night and I stopped off at Schnuck's for a little wee-hour shopping. At the register this greasy-haired, Matrix-garb-donning Gene-Simmons-sans-makeup look-alike who was on friendly terms with the cashier accosted me genially.
"I didn't expect there to be such a pretty girl here so late at night," he chortled, more toward the cashier than to me.
I guess I sort of glared at him and chuckled apprehensively or something, because right away he said, "Oh, now I've gone and made you uncomfortable."
Least he acknowledged it.
"You closin' up the bars tonight?"
Even though I had no desire to converse with this man any further, a little part of me was flattered that (finally!) someone thought I looked old enough to set foot in a bar.
"Nope, just heading home from a friend's," I answered, and tried not to walk away too bitchily.
It's kind of sad that I've resorted to gathering the creepy praise of middle-aged men in grocery stores in order to validate my self-worth. I didn't say I was proud of it.
Now it's time to read some Asher Lev, practice, maybe even get cracking on that theory project that's due next week. Let's not get carried away though.
Sweet Jeezus, it's 7:34 in the morning. I've actually been getting a good amount of sleep at home. Go fig.
"I didn't expect there to be such a pretty girl here so late at night," he chortled, more toward the cashier than to me.
I guess I sort of glared at him and chuckled apprehensively or something, because right away he said, "Oh, now I've gone and made you uncomfortable."
Least he acknowledged it.
"You closin' up the bars tonight?"
Even though I had no desire to converse with this man any further, a little part of me was flattered that (finally!) someone thought I looked old enough to set foot in a bar.
"Nope, just heading home from a friend's," I answered, and tried not to walk away too bitchily.
It's kind of sad that I've resorted to gathering the creepy praise of middle-aged men in grocery stores in order to validate my self-worth. I didn't say I was proud of it.
Now it's time to read some Asher Lev, practice, maybe even get cracking on that theory project that's due next week. Let's not get carried away though.
Sweet Jeezus, it's 7:34 in the morning. I've actually been getting a good amount of sleep at home. Go fig.