You are tall and slender, and wore a black dress. Heading to the checkout line, I paused to express my appreciation of your tan shit-kickers. You held your left foot out so we could both watch you wiggle your boot menacingly.
When your mask fell away, I had the opportunity to admire your dazzling smile. I still have that image in my mind.
I now regret not discussing the relative merits of crunchy versus creamy, or the alternative nut butters. There might have been a mutually beneficial way of concluding our shopping chores collaboratively. It is impossible to turn back the clock, but I would love to know when it is time to restock your cupboards...
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