“How are you?” you always ask when I come through your line at the grocery store. My heart skips a beat, and I usually mumble or say, “I’m good. How are you?”
Today, though, I had to open my big stupid mouth and ask if you wanted to get coffee sometime at that little coffee shop at the other end of the shopping center. Obviously I didn’t think this through very well, because once you looked surprised and said “No,” I suddenly realized I was going to have to find a new grocery store.
Too bad today wasn’t your day off.