You guys know what I'm talking about, right?
Today I was at Whole Foods, pushing a cart with one hand, holding Peet's Mocha with the other when a guy made me stop.
As he was passing by me toward the prepared food, I found my gaze following him. First, I noticed his wide back in a heather gray short-sleeve shirt. Then that he was tall. And then, his hands--which were long and sort of in a naturally cupped position at his side. Oh- and he was wearing hospital scrubs. Thump!
I kept going shaking my head at myself. But when I came around the aisle I stopped again. There he was, collecting his wrapped lunch. He was in a hurry and his gaze on me brief.
Random encounters at a Whole Foods or any other store for that matter really suck. At least for me. I mean, unless you have all the time in the world to just follow the other person and comment on their choices of food--there's really no point. And- who wants to do that anyway--it's a recipe for an immediate Stalker label that will never go away. And what would I say to him? Oh, nice choice of chicken breast there. Or--Are you a surgeon? Three women in their 50's were already ga-ga-ing over him at the serving counter.
So I pushed my cart some more, aimlessly covering the chocolate aisle until my heart regained normal speed and my thoughts stopped beating down one another. It's ridiculous, I tell you. Besides, who's to say he's a doctor anyway. He could be a radiologist or worse--a NURSE! Now there's a thought to make me feel better about my failure to engage.
Yours truly,
Datingirl
