Oh my—it happened again. I’ve racked up two hits in the past 15 years.
This past Sunday, I was making my way around The Purity, checking items off my grocery list when I remembered I needed onions.
Onions are in the front of the market on a short, narrow aisle. I wheeled my cart over to find two guys between the ages of 50 and 90 blocking the aisle. One was tall, in hunting camo and the other short wearing a dark jacket. They had their heads down and chatted in low mumbles. I waited for them to notice they were in my way.
The tall guy looked up.
He said, “Well hello pretty lady.”
“I need to get to the onions.”
He mumbled to his friend and they began to move. As he came around my left side, he said in a tone of disappointment, “You married?”
At home, I said, “Hey, Gary, I just got hit on at The Purity.”
He rolled his eyes.
“He looked just like George Clooney.”