I was grumpy when I was at target, because the woman told me that they had no skirts. And I asked "at all?" and she, in her thick accent repeated herself "no skirts"
Every time I passed a skirt, I thought, I should pull her over here and ask her what this is. Just to be a bitch. I understand it's the end of the week, but you don't have to be a jerk to me, and tell me that all of target has no fucking skirts. Really? Whore.
I found some black shorts I liked better than a skirt, and I went to check out. I was talking to the guy, and I asked him how he was doing, and he asked me how I was and I said "honestly, I'm a little stress" and I started telling him how I'm getting nervous for this clown revue on sunday night. He told me that he couldn't relate, but he's really stressed because of finals. And I told him that I don't miss finals week AT ALL in college. And it was a fun little flirty thing. By the was, I've got 3 items to scan while we're talking. So we were literally just standing there talking.
And then I invited him to the clown revue. I told him it would be a good break from finals and that it would be really funny.
It was weird. I wonder who exactly I am, going from barely being able to talk to men I like, to flirting with this random guy at target. It just feels really uncharacteristic of me. So yeah.
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