Unfiltered Story #277312

I’m the idiot here. I’m young (23) and unattached at the time, and doing my weekly food shop. The clerk is GORGEOUS, and I’m trying to make small talk, turn into a stammering moron, and literally drool on my shirt.

Luckily, the clerk is nice about it. She quietly shifts the position of her hand to reveal a wedding ring. I blush, shut my yapper, take my food, and start shopping elsewhere. After a few months, the embarrassment wore off and I returned — very abashed. And I made sure to avoid her line.