"So I guess we're who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them."
-Perks of Being a Wallflower
Since coming home from my grand European adventure, there hasn't been much to blog about. Admittedly, I'm now lucky if I get more than 3 likes on any picture or status I post. Seems like no one cares about a girl who lives in Arkansas anymore... C'est la vie.
I'm at my kitchen table. I reek of greek food. It's 90 some degrees outside. I am alone since my parents both have lives. And I am very sad.
I started going through pictures from France, thinking I'd get a jumpstart on going through them so I can actually make a scrapbook this summer, and all I could manage was picking out five pictures before the memories came flooding back. It's like a scab. Just when I think I'm glad I'm home and I've come to terms with the fact I won't be going back there for awhile, I pick it off and insist of taking a stroll down memory lane. I was never told I was the smartest of the bunch, so I guess this probably proves it. ;)
But this blog post isn't about some sad, woe is me, my poor life, story. It's actually about a funny story that happened to me yesterday. I know right? I shouldn't go into comedy... cause the lead up to a funny story should never be depressing...
Anyway. So here it is. I'm at Kroger, in desperate need of lady fingers and espresso powder. Can anyone guess why? Ding ding. Tiramisu. (Who seriously buys lady fingers for anything else? They're kind of... disappointing on their own). My first lap of the bakery section leaves me empty handed. No worries, I'll go check on the espresso powder and come back. Fresh eyes, if you will. 5 minutes spent staring mindlessly at millions of coffee types and brands leaves me wondering if espresso powder even exists. Thanks to google, apparently it only exists in specialty stores... great. Well, maybe I'll have better luck with the lady fingers again, I thought as I emerged from the isle. I can only wonder what my expression of confusion was since a worker immediately said, "Can I help you?" I explain what I'm looking for, he says he has no idea what espresso powder is but the lady fingers should be in the bakery. After consulting a baker I finally had success in locating the lady fingers.
At this point, I'm feeling a renewed sense of luck, so I try my hand in the coffee/baking section again. This time a different worker offers his services and then suggests about 12 alternatives for espresso powder if they don't end up having it. (Thanks bud, but I think I've got it...) He suggests I look in another place, proceeds to walk me there, and then tells me how beautiful I am and how I must turn heads all the time. "All I want is espresso powder..." was the thought running through my head but I nervously laughed and said, "uh. Not that I ever know of." Ignorance is bliss in my opinion...
He asked me my name, I said Jackie which he (who I later learn is Chris... yeah. I'm putting it out there. Stay away from Chris's at Kroger) tells me is what he calls his son Jack. (Yeah, no.) He then asks if I want to hang out or go to the pool or something, to which I (hopefully) politely responded, "No I don't think so. But hey, if I'm ever in Kroger again and run into you I'll say hey..." Which maybe he didn't fully catch since I was inching my way away from him down an isle. I don't do well in awkward situations.
I mean. Who does that? Maybe I'm too harsh, and kudos to the guy for even trying, but really? I just want to buy some groceries and leave. I don't want to be creeped on by some guy.... with a kid. Call me crazy. I just shook my head, checked out and laughed the whole ways to the Butler's at the whole event. And I didn't even get espresso powder... so sad.
Thus was my adventure in Kroger. I also got a pen today from a customer who told me that he only gives gifts to beautiful people. Hey, since I didn't have any luck with Europeans, there's plenty of creepy men in Little Rock to pick up the slack! Joy among joys. Anyway. I'm done. You probably wasted your time reading this honestly, but ya know what? If it brought a smile to your face for even a second it was worth it.
Stay classy.
Jackie
