Tonight I went grocery shopping at Trader Joe’s with Christi. I don’t know why all the good stuff happens with Christi….but there’s never a dull moment. Here’s how it went:
The checker was scanning my groceries. Young guy. Shaggy brown hair. He looked familiar.
“Hey, were you working on Friday night?” I asked.
“Probably.” He said.
“Yeah, I think you checked me out on Friday.” I said it in total genuine sincerity.
Christi started cracking up.
“I mean, checked me out (I was doing the hand motions) not checked me out.”
Christi was still cracking up.
“I mean, you were my checker.”
I think I was bright red. The saddest thing is that he wasn’t laughing and I really had no intention of hitting on him but it really came out that way.
Fortunately the conversation turned to how I think I look like Keri Russell. Much less embarrassing.