Grocery Store
Yesterday evening, I went to my local Giant to pick up some diet Orange Crush and cheap red wine (best summer drink ever; we call it poor man’s sangria at the lake). Anyway, one of the store employees came over and stood behind me until I turned around. He looked really excited.
Store Dude: You play ball?
Me: I used to play basketball but don’t anymore.
Store Dude: Why not?
Me: Oh, just not very many opportunities for women to play once they are older.
Store Dude: Oh
So then I continued looking for the orange soda and a few minutes later, he came up to me again.
Store Dude: Has anyone ever told you that you look like Rebecca Lobo? [I look nothing like Rebecca Lobo but do have a picture with her at Disney World when I--aged 13--was in Orlando for an AAU tournament and they were all there prepping for an Olympic Games.]
Me: Nope
Store Dude: I think you do, I thought you were her at first.
So that is clearly why he was so excited at first. He was hoping for someone (semi-)famous and all he got was me.
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