Secret Admirer

I was looking through old twit pics and such this past weekend and wouldn't you know I found something that reminded me of a little tee hee worthy story...

It was December...I was not blogging at the time due to all the shit that transpired with my mother...so there's a winter snow storm a-brewing here in ole Richmond and myself and my ex's aunt head out to

to do some shopping to hold us over until the snow melts...it's packed, the bread aisles are empty (as to be expected) and a camera crew from the one of the local news stations is there...one of the camera men who is focused on the bread aisle stops me...

"Are you shopping for the storm?" he asks

I look at him, look at his camera, look at my clothes..."No, just shopping" and move my basket on it's merry little way...no way you were gonna have me on the 6:00 news looking a hot mess...no suh, not today!

So pushing my basket along the aisles picking up instant mashed potatoes, ground turkey, juice, taco shells and such...

Yes...I looked just like her...I was that happy...

So anywho...minding my business and some dude who works there almost runs up to my cart wearing what I like to affectionately call one of two things:

1. The Garbageman
2. The Winter Trapper (go to any hood that actually gets cold in the winter...look near the trap house...all the boys outside...will be wearing one)

Anywho...he runs up to my cart holding a pack of frozen chicken legs...I proceed to take my fighter stance, one foot behind the other, weight on my right foot, fists balled up yet at my sides in case he trying to ack a fool up in Wally World.

"Excuse me miss but you forgot your chicken legs." -him

"Wha?" -me

"You forgot your chicken legs...it's storming so you gotta have chicken legs." -him as he pushes the pack of frozen chicken at me

"Nah I'm good." -me giving him the 'get the fuck away from me look'

"Alright, was just trying to help." -him with a smile

I wonder off down another couple aisles replaying the whole situation in my head...I reach up and get a bottle of italian dressing and as I go to put it in my basket I see....

"Da fuck is that?" -me quietly to myself (I have horrible vision)

I get closer...see that it says "read"...open it up it's a phone number...

"How the hell did this get in my basket?" -me to myself

Then like someone pressed the rewind button on my brain and slowed it down to my encounter with the gentleman in the garbage man I had my ah ha moment and realized where it came from. I laughed, thought it was a kinda cute move...I wouldn't call him...not because he worked at Walmart, not because he wore a garbage man, not because he was ugly (he was actually pretty cute) but because he didn't out right ask me for my number, that to me showed meekness and I need not a meek man. But it put a smile on my face...at least until  it started snowing.