I went to Trader Joe's after work today, and purchased some muffin mix. The cashier was a burly man of about 25 with several tattoos and an earring. He scanned my single item and asked,
"Gonna get cozy and do some baking?"
I replied, "That's the plan."
He said, "Yeah, that's what I like to do on days like this too. I love baking. And cuddling."
I said nothing. And kinda smiled uncomfortably. Took my change and left.
Then I got out into the rain to walk to my car, and as I'm unlocking the door, a strange old man grabs my arm and says dramatically,
"Young lady, did you know, that you are holding my favorite brand of muffins."
And I said, "Oh, that's good to know, I -"
And he cuts me off, still gripping my arm, "And believe me. I. Love. Muffins."
Good Grief.
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