Another Pick Up Story...Blah Blah Blah

Dang it. Why do I always get picked up by creepy men at the grocery store? I'm really not bragging since these are CREEPY men, but the stories are generally quite hilarious. This time I was at the Jewel in Evanston, not the best market around and definitely not known for an abundance of middle class white men.

I was walking into the store alone on Wednesday (a rare occurance) when a man in the first checkout line muttered, "Hey, girl," and cast a lingering glance toward my backside. Okay, so he was a very urban black man, probably in his mid-20s, with a woman accompanying him. Not cool. Typically I ignore these types of comments (what can I say, I have a bodacious booty) and walk away irked, but this time a bit of rage came out of me. I stopped in my tracks, turned around, and said, "Excuse me, but I'm married!" The dude looked away sheepishly and his female companion yelled, "You tell him, girl."

Okay, I will. I walked away very satisfied.