Rabid Dog

Am I so starved for a smile and kind word from an attractive woman.

So I was at a thrift store buying a bed for the new place. And the checkout girl was this cute punker with pink hair and Capri slacks, and a smile like satisfaction.

I memorized her name tag, made eye contact, and chatted.

E. smiled at me and talked back. I paid for the bed and walked back to the crazy guy that puts the sold tags on shit. As I was back there she went to a different task than checker. Where I had to walk right by her. She made eye contact and said goodbye, and to have a good night.

That is her job, but for some reason my imagination has run away with me.

I need a life.

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