This is sooo weird.


(Preface: I LOVE green tea! more specifically, i love Arizona brand diet green tea with ginseng. Twice a week i'll head into Safeway- think Kroger with a better bakery for you eastcoasters- and grab a large bottle before going in to work. This one particular morning (yesterday) i was doing just that- there i stood, flipping through a copy of Time, with the bottle on the conveyor belt infront of me...)

So i had the tea, the tea was rung up- i paid for it and it was bagged. I reached for the bag and in it- instead of just finding tea- i find a GALLON of milk.

a gallon.
of milk.

"Um, maam, i think there's been a mistake- i didn't purchase this" I say
"oh I know, it was a gift"
"...a gift? what?"
"Yup- from that man over there, he just said he'd like for this milk to be put with your things"

so i turn to look at this guy, and as i do so he turns- waves and then makes a motion with his hand like he's drinking from a glass, smiles and takes off...leaving his number in my grocery bag.

Oh yes, you read right.

For reals yo, is he kidding me? Did he really think i was going to call him? Some of my coworkers though it'd be crazy romantic if i actually called. Puhlease-for all i know he could be a new serial killer- the milk man: first he feeds you then he guts you.

maybe this the latest craze in meeting women and i'm just not with it. Random grocery buying? and where does it stop? (maam, I'd like to buy the little lady behind me a cucumber or two) And, most importantly, does what you buy her convey different messages? salami, mushrooms....or, god forbid, bundt cake! (what do you suppose that would mean?) Maybe he thinks my bones could use work, or maybe he's just watched Napoleon Dynamite too many times. Whatever be the case, needless to say, i'm not calling him.

*SIGH*- why is my life so strange? definitely one for the books...or at least for this blog