Note to Self: Do Not Smile at Men at Whole Foods

I needed to do a little grocery shopping tonight, so I stopped by Whole Foods. The first item I needed to get was parsley (for the guinea pigs, Gus and Richard Lewis). I started grabbing bunches of them and one kept falling off the shelf onto the floor, so finally, I put some extra force into getting in back on the shelf and staying there. There was a man who was maybe in his 50s watching this. I smiled at him and laughed about what just happened.

I strolled away to get the rest of my items and I continued to be on every aisle with this man. I kept smiling and trying to do my grocery shopping and he kept smiling back. It made just a wee bit uncomfortable.

When I was done gathering my food supplies, I rolled over to a register and my new friend decided he needed to get in line behind me (yippy). He stopped, looked at me, and said, "You have such a nice smile." Don't get me wrong I will never turn down a compliment, but I was now stuck at the register and forced to talk to this man. He told me all about how wonderful the chips are that I was buying and how he liked my yellow nail polish. Then the check out guy said, "That's a lot of parsley." I explained that it's for my pet guinea pigs and they get nothing but the best organic parsley (this is only because Whole Foods is around the corner and I was too lazy to go anywhere else).

My new number 1 fan said that he thought his daughters may have had guinea pigs growing up. Oh, I'm so glad we have this in common. I am now ready to leave, but the guy at the register is still ringing me up. More small talk about my pets occurs. Thankfully, I was able to leave without having to give my name or any other information about myself.

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