28 April 2009

Too hot to handle

On Tuesdays, I usually work at home in my PJs. On some days I get dressed, but just as often, I stay comfy all day long. I always wonder what my neighbors think when they are coming home at 5 pm and see me taking the trash out in my pink furry slippers and my notorious (and hideous) purple fleece pants.

After work, I get off my butt to go to aqua aerobics. I throw on my favorite hippie skirt over my swimsuit and put on some flip-flops. I mean, all I am doing is heading to the pool and back, right? Right!

But tonight I went to the grocery store on the way home. I piled all my groceries on the belt and the cashier told me that I could go to the lane next door, because that cashier wasn't busy.

I gestured at the 30 items I had just piled up like "No way I'm moving all this stuff."

"But she's open," said the cashier.

I just stood there. Then I noticed the new bag boy. He was gorgeous, with dark hair and tan skin and glowy hazel eyes.

He spoke to me in a Euro-accent and I noticed his nametag: Giancarlo. Ah, Giancarlo. Sigh. Dreams of holding hands on lounge chairs at St. Tropez danced in my head.

I didn't even mind that he had ridiculous Eurotrash faux designer sunglasses hanging off his apron.

"If I were 25 years younger and 100 lbs lighter, I would SO be right there," I thought, picking out a bikini in my mind.

Giancarlo was sweet as well. He talked to me as he bagged my groceries in such an engaging, gentle way. It was a super nice way to end the day. No, I did not obviously perv on him. He was about 23, fergoodnesssake.

Then I came home and made the mistake of looking in the mirror as I threw my wet swimsuit in the sink.

Mashed down hair from my swim cap, all piecey and goofy because I hadn't brushed it after the pool. Red eyes from chlorine. A wrinkly T-shirt I had found in my swim bag. Hippie skirt. I looked bad. I looked CRAZY.

It all became clear. The cashier wanted me to change lanes because she thought I was INSANE and she didn't want any part of me. (Seriously mentally ill people are sadly all too common in my neighborhood).

And Giancarlo was trying to make sure I didn't cause an incident by calming me in his soothing Euro-accent.

Yes, I make a lasting impression, all right. Just like the guy who collects stuffed animals in a shopping cart and then sets them on fire.

PS: Hint to panhandling guy outside: take off the iPod earphones. It makes it hard to hear the people you are hitting up AND makes them think unkindly thoughts like "Gosh, I would have bought an iPod but I had BILLS TO PAY."

7 comments:

Project Christopher said...

too funny! It made me think of that line of Jack Nicholsons (paraphrased I think) Don't sell crazy here, we're all stocked up :)

sam {temptingmama} said...

You would have definitely classified as having Teh Crazies if you wore the slippers. LOL

Deodand said...

Last weekend I saw a woman across the way, scratching her head and hanging out her patio door in pink PJ's at 1:30 pm. My first thought was "tsk, a little late to be getting up". My second thought was to look down at the pajama pants I was wearing. Oh well.

J at www.jellyjules.com said...

Oh dear...I would have been mortified. Sounds like you handled it with grace, though that may have been because you weren't aware of the situation at the time. ;)

flurrious said...

This reminds me of the time I was on vacation and walking through the hotel lobby enjoying all the people looking me over and smiling. Clearly, I was looking particularly fetching that day. When I got back to my room, I looked in the mirror to admire myself and discovered that I was very obviously wearing my shirt inside out.

West Coast Grrlie Blather said...

You are too hilarious. I love working in my pj's. Hell, it's 3pm and I'm still in 'em!

I'm now whispering "Giancarlo, Giancarlo" to myself. It's as soothing as a warm bath.

Suzanne said...

I am sure that Giancarlo was not just trying to soothe a lunatic. Hot young things usually run away or sneer at the clearly crazy because hot young things needn't bother with the rabble. But seriously, I needed that smile right now, so many thanks. I am so glad that we have similar overactive imaginations.

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