"Marco!"
"Polo!"
I push my shopping cart past the personal care aisle, heading for vitamins. I hear two giddy teenagers chirping back and forth, and back and forth.
"Marco!"
I pass by the feminine hygiene boxes and round the corner just in time to see two young lovebirds reaching out to touch each others' hand.
"Polo!"
Gag.
They're probably looking for condoms, I think as I wheel on. I glance at my list: deodorant, frozen peas.
Onward.
We meet up again at the check-out. OK, so they're a little older than teenagers. But not by much. Probably early twenties. They bring two items to the checkout (yes, I couldn't help but look).
Pop-tarts and a pregnancy test.
I wonder what game they'll be playing next??
Pass the bottle from the left hand side...
Can you remember the song that this would go too??
Posted by: burntofferings | Monday, August 06, 2007 at 11:09 PM
I guess they have already played hide and seek haven't they?!!!?
Posted by: Melody | Tuesday, August 07, 2007 at 03:28 AM
ROFL! Holy crap, that's too funny!!!
Posted by: Lisa | Tuesday, August 07, 2007 at 08:26 AM
That is a hoot! And makes me feel very old. And prissy me would have been checking for wedding bands.
Posted by: Bluegrass Mama | Tuesday, August 07, 2007 at 10:14 PM
At least they were in much better spirits than *I* would have been at their age buying a pregnancy test. :)
Posted by: Elle | Wednesday, August 08, 2007 at 06:33 AM
Funny story:-) Sweet, too!
N.
Posted by: BreadBox | Wednesday, August 08, 2007 at 10:38 AM