Looking For His Bag Lady

| Romantic | April 14, 2014

(I pick up some fresh kale and don’t bother to get a produce bag for it. I then go over to another section to compare prices on a couple things. There is a guy nearby, stocking items.)

Guy: “Need a bag for that?”

Me: *polite smile* “No, I’m good. Thanks.”

Guy: “You sure?”

Me: “Yeah, I’m sure.”

Guy: “Why don’t you want a bag?”

Me: *slightly confused as to why this is such an issue* “Because I don’t need one?”

Guy: *with an attitude* “Well I guess that’s what I get. I’m just trying to be nice. But nice guys finish last, right?”

(My eyes go wide and I turn and stare at the shelves in front of me for a few seconds, utterly confused. I finally got to check the prices and then I go over to my husband who is not far away. I tell him what happened.)

Husband: “All that over a bag? I thought he was just hitting on you. The look on your face was priceless.”

Me: “Yeah, that’s what I thought originally, but obviously harassing me about not taking a bag seemed like a better choice.”

Husband: “He just wanted to bag you! Why wouldn’t you let him bag you!”

(Sometimes my husband is funny. This was not one of those times.)

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