17 January 2009

First Impressions

While I cannot post a picture of myself, enough of you know what I look like to find this amusing. In fact, many of you have heard the story. If you have heard it...just ignore this post.

This is a true story from sometime this summer. I think it was around August. All I really remember is that it was warm.
For some reason, around 10 at night I had to stop by the Walgreen's. Now, I usually try to avoid this particular branch because a former student works there. I think I needed something so I stopped on the way to pick the DH up from work. The point isn't my shopping in the evening it's what happened afterwards.

I got whatever it was I needed and left the store. I drive an old black toyota avalon with out of state plates. It's one of the first series of Avalons. I inherited the car from my mother in law, so there isn't anything much more suburban unless it's a mini-van. I may look young, especially at night. I could probably pass for 25.

So, as I was pulling out of the parking lot looking all suburban and innocent a young, woman about 6-8 mos pregnant stopped me. Her truck had out of state plates, so I figured she was going to ask me for directions. She did, kind of...

"Excuse me, Miss." (One of the good things about southern living is politeness.)

"Yes." I said as I stuck my head out the window.

"There was a store down the street that used to sell...um..." She trailed off. Not wanting to say it.

"Oh! Yeah, it just moved across the street. You can see it right over there." I pointed.

"Thank you." She said.

I tried to find a website to link to, but they don't seem to have one. Priscilla McCall's is an Adult store. Why in the world this girl looked at me and thought I'd know where the closest sex store was, I have no idea. But I did know exactly where it was, although I haven't visited the new location.

It's a better story if you know me. Just walking down the street, I don't exactly look like someone who owns toys or porn of any sort. So, it's funny. Trust me.
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