cloudy
Alabama Slammer
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I went to Walmart earlier, and as I'm shopping, I notice that this rather large guy seems to be following me. Think Boota....that type with the shaved head, impressively large build...almost as good-looking as Boota.
I figured he was one of their security guys, and sort of laughed to myself. I had on jeans and a tank - not the most impressive outfit, but I was grocery shopping, ffs. Besides, I'm used to being followed by security in stores, it's become amusing now.
I get to the cereal aisle, and I'm bitching to myself because there are no Berry Burst Cheerios, and I hear him say, very quietly, "Mmm, mmm, mmm." You know the sound, ladies.
I said, "Excuse me?"
"You look damn good." (okay, that one made me laugh)
I thanked him, and went on shopping, but he was still there. Finally, he says, "What kind of things do you like to do?"
"I don't do much of anything - I'm married."
"Oh, sorry....my bad. I didn't see a ring on your finger." (I rarely wear it)
"Don't be sorry. I'm flattered; thank you."
And with that, he walked off, but damn...he made my day.
I figured he was one of their security guys, and sort of laughed to myself. I had on jeans and a tank - not the most impressive outfit, but I was grocery shopping, ffs. Besides, I'm used to being followed by security in stores, it's become amusing now.
I get to the cereal aisle, and I'm bitching to myself because there are no Berry Burst Cheerios, and I hear him say, very quietly, "Mmm, mmm, mmm." You know the sound, ladies.
I said, "Excuse me?"
"You look damn good." (okay, that one made me laugh)
I thanked him, and went on shopping, but he was still there. Finally, he says, "What kind of things do you like to do?"
"I don't do much of anything - I'm married."
"Oh, sorry....my bad. I didn't see a ring on your finger." (I rarely wear it)
"Don't be sorry. I'm flattered; thank you."
And with that, he walked off, but damn...he made my day.

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