Thursday, May 19, 2011

Fresh Bread, Anyone?

There was a man sweeping the aisles at the Rite Aid tonight.  I saw him enter my aisle, see me and promptly turn around and go on to the next aisle.  I couldn't blame him.

I brought my purchases to the counter and plopped them down.

"How are you this evening," the young, be-acned checkout kid asked me.

"Judge for yourself," I replied, nodding to my products.

He laughed nervously and rung me up.

"You have a good night," I said, as I walked out with my tube of Sensodyne and my box of Monostat 1.