Saturday night at 9:00 PM the only people in Albertson's are the employees who weren't smart enough to get a better shift, a few normal people buying beer and chips for parties, and a lot of really really freaky people who couldn't get invited to a party.
And inevitably there's going to be a scary looking looking woman with too few clothes ahead of me in lines. And inevitably she's going to turn around and smile "seductively" at me. And inevitably I'm going to want to go home and take a shower. It's not so much that I mind being hit on, it's a nice boost for the ego, it's just that these women are not the type who have taken care of themselves. Or bathed recently...
Oddly, at 7:30 on a Sunday morning the crowd is much the same except about 30 years older.
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