Funny Story

Often times there is a policeman at the Bilo that I generally shop at. They hang out there, check stuff out... make sure no one is stealing anything. Although, they did miss the one time I accidentally stole a salad dressing packet. But, That is another story.
My story begins two nights ago when I went to Bilo to purchase some much needed groceries. Generally two police officers rotate, one I like, the other is awkward and likes to flirt with the girls who come through, so I try to avoid him. Unfortunately my grocery run was at approximately 10:00 on a Friday night. (yes, no cracks about how un-cool I am that I am grocery shopping on a well known date night). Needless to say, I was one of the only people in the store, and quite possibly the only female under the age of 60. I soon became prey to the "over-eager to make conversation with any female under the age of 95" policeman. He came to "bag my groceries" and make small talk. Thankfully my cashier was a big burly black man who seemed to sympathize with my situation and make small talk instead. phew. However, after having the policeman inspect the types of things that I was buying, i was able to take my groceries and head to the DVD vending machine (again, no wise cracks about renting a movie to watch by myself on a friday night, while I eat the box of oranges that I bought) At this point, the policeman made his way over to where I was again, and began to play with my keys even though they were securely places on my cart, a mere two feet away from me. Again, taking interest in what I was up to. at this point I made to brilliant move to call my sister Meg, so that I at least had an excuse to ignore him, after all, I WAS on the phone. I made small talk with Meg, I am sure she was wondering why I was calling her and asking her about her thoughts on the weather :) I discover that there are absolutely no movies that i want to rent so I get my grocery cart and head out of the store. As I am still on the phone, and making my way out, I pass the policeman and unfortunately run directly into a motorized cart. thankfully no one was driving this cart, however it made a loud enough bang for everyone in the store to here, and look my direction. The police officer laughs and remarks, "that's what happens when you talk on the phone and drive". I laugh, move on.... and run my cart into the metal detector one foot from my freedom outside...

Note to self.... never grocery shop on a friday night!!