Naturally, I started in the produce section. Gotta get that guac. I recognized the produce stocking dude. Last week he had teased me for the quantity of grapefruit I had purchased, but he was nice enough. However, I made the mistake.
I made eye contact.
And I'm not sure what about that accidental glance from across the lanes of produce communicated, but I was just interested in bagging my apples and heading to the frozen section ASAP for my moose tracks. Produce guy was not having any of my ice cream vibes though.
He beelined for my aisle, and without breaking pace he looked me straight in the face, gave me the "sup" nod, and accompanied this ritual by adding:
To which I smoothly replied:
... before shuffling off towards the frozen foods aisle.
I will add, though, that whilst he was preoccupied stacking the potatoes, I got a free sample of some excellent pineapple from the sweet older guy behind the produce counter. He sold me a package of fresh pineapple, kiwi, and mango. Overall, I felt very healthy with my basket full of guacamole, apples, and assorted tropical fruit.
But you better know I still got them moose tracks.
