I'm Not Looking...Really.
Last night I was walking up to the checkout line at Target. Ahead of me was one of those hot punk rock hipster types. He had at least three body piercings that I could see, a bunch of tattoos, the required hat and nice dark cords that fit just right on his hips, accented by some bright shoes. The sort of thing that I suppose is meant to scream "NOT ESTABLISHMENT" but doesn't really, it just puts you in a different category.
Anyway.
While admiring his good looks and devotion to his style, I tried not to notice the reason he was in the checkout is that he was carrying his girlfriend's shopping basket, which was full of tampons. He unpacked it for her, and made a point of looking around to see if anyone was watching.
I feigned oblivousness.
Anyway.
While admiring his good looks and devotion to his style, I tried not to notice the reason he was in the checkout is that he was carrying his girlfriend's shopping basket, which was full of tampons. He unpacked it for her, and made a point of looking around to see if anyone was watching.
I feigned oblivousness.