The other day Transman stopped by the grocery store after work. He did this because there is almost nothing processed in the fridge and his kids are deathly allergic to vegetables. He went after work because the kids were still under babysitter care and, frankly, that saves him about $50 in “impulse buys” thrown into the cart by Son 2.
Transman stopped at the deli counter for lunchmeat (yes, he knows all about the preservatives and sodium … we all gotta die somehow) and the woman behind the counter did the unthinkable: she flirted with him.
“May I have a pound of smoked turkey?” Transman asked.
The woman behind the counter did that smiling-while-shaking-her-head-”no”-thing.
“Please,” Transman begged.
They went back and forth like that for a minute as the line behind Transman got longer. He was nervous; he was the only thing between people with rapidly dropping blood sugar and the deli counter.
Finally, she relented and sliced the turkey. As she handed Transman the package of lunchmeat she said, “Take care, Love.”
Transman was completely taken off-guard and had no suave response at the ready, so he just took the cold cuts and said, “Thank you. You have a swell weekend,”
He had used the word “swell.” WTF?
Oh well, she made his day.