The other day I was in our local WalPuke Neighborhood Mart, walking from the back of the store to the front. Why are the things I want always in the back? Is this some diabolical plot to expose me to all the other products?
While walking, I got that feeling you get when someone is staring at you. To the right up ahead was a woman checking me out. ME! She looked to be in her thirties and was fairly attractive. As I approached her, I gave her a wide smile.
Then I thought, "Store detective."
Well, thank you Lord for even the few seconds of elation.
The only people interested in this body anymore are in the medical field.