I was at Publix yesterday, staring at the buy-one-get-one-free Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. For reasons I won’t mention (and that certainly have nothing to do with me eating ANY of it), I had to replace the Chocolate Therapy flavor we bought the day before. While I was deciding on the get-one-free flavor, a guy about 20 started staring at them with me. We chatted about the importance of picking the right flavor, then he chose his (Chocolate Therapy and another I didn’t see) and went on his way. Then I picked mine (Chocolate Fudge Brownie fro-yo).
I ended up behind him at the cashier’s. As I took my wallet from my purse, something fell out and hit the floor. He bent down before I could react, and picked up my nicely-wrapped maxi pad.
Thank goodness I’m beyond being embarrassed about things like that. But he blushed as I took it from him and said thank you. Poor kid.
I don’t think I’m going to turn that one into a meet-cute for a novel.