and you wonder why women can't resists me...
so I'm trekking up to austin this weekend for another game. I'll go ahead and say that the lock of the week will be texas slaying the owls of rice to the tune of sixty-nine points to zero. but I digress. good times will be had by all, and I'd like to think it'll be aided by my sangria.
the main staple in my sangria is fruits, lots of them. white peaches, strawberries, rasperries, green apples...you get the picture. so I went to my favorite market to stock up.
I walk in through the fruit section, but not before some sexy chick is urging me to try some pink-fleshed watermelon (huh huh huh, he said "pink-flesh"). it's the last of her sampling, so I avide and taste the forbidden fruit. not bad.
I stroll inside the store with my mini shopping cart and about a minute later said chick catches up to me. she asked if I enjoyed the watermelon and I said "yes, I did". she proceeds to tell me about it and offers to show me where it is located in case I want to take a melon home.
I tell her I'm making sangria and it would turn to mush before it was done soaking, so she begins to tell me about different apples and peaches I should try. I pretend I'm clueless about this stuff and I play along. fuck man! here some cute grocery store employee just TELLING me what I should do. I nod oafishly in agreement with whatever she says and the process moves along.
when I'm done gathering my ingredients she offers to check me out in the floral register so I don't have to stand in line at the regular register. fine by me. on the way there we're chatting about hydroponic gardening and customers and I say something along the lines of "how fun it must be to man a register and snoop on what everyone is shopping for because everything you pick has to say something personal about who you are or something."
I look down at the stuff layed out on the counter before us. the white peaches. the apples. the pear. the strawberries. and I'm hit by the possible connotation of what I've just said. I feel the need to clarify and I break the awkward silence with a single unanswered remark ....
"I'm not saying I'm a fruit or anything."
