Once when tired...
I went to Walmart, because it was late, I was in college, and I needed food. Now, this was on my causal day without classes, where I pretty much wear whatever I want. In this case, it was my worn in slacks, a blue shirt, and a sweater, because it's MT in the winter. Well, I get inside and Walmart is warm for once, so I tie my sweater around my waste and head to pick up some chicken.
Anyway, I notice that someone is following me...so I turn a corner and head to the deli...look back, and there the person is. Anyway, I pretend not to notice and start looking at food. Well, next time I look up the girl is standing right by me with her friend, both staring at me intensely, and I mean that last part. It was creepy. I think she must have had contacts or something.
Here's how the conversation went:
Her-"Hey."
Me-"Um...Hi?" (Now I noticed that she's my age and incredibly beautiful, but those staring eyes were setting off all sorts of bells, but looking at her I couldn't remember what they meant...creepy.)
"Do you work?"
"Uh, um, yeah, and I'm in college."
"Do you work on the Am-byew-LANCE?" (WTF mate? Who says it like that? I mean she really said LANCE like it was some separate word and it was akin to some baby hissing alligator the way it came out. God, don't let me get killed by a hot girl in Walmart.)
"Yeah, uh, yeah, have you been my patient or something, and, yeah, I work on an ambulance." (Now I'm wondering how in the crap she knows me, and what her strange mute friend is staring at me for too, and why those bells are going off...and...if they'll notice I said it correctly.)
"I've been on the AM-byew-LANCE so many times *giggle* I love you guys, you're really cute." (Oh God, she's made it sound even worse, and now Walmart deli-demons are watching me, and how'd she know? And what? I'm not especially cute. She must be on drugs. WAIT! Those eyes! Those alarm bells! SHE IS ON DRUGS! Of course she's been on the ambulance a lot.)
"Well, um, that's neat, but it's best to only be on them repeatedly if you're getting paid, you know, so I'm sorry to hear that, but I don't think I've seen you." (Sigh, my mating opportunities within the herd remain low, time to escape.)
"It was your shirt."
"What."
"Your shirt has a little star thingy."
"No." (I look down, and no it doesn't.)
"Yeah, on the back, they're on the am-BYEW-lance too." (Well god darn it, I forgot all about that stupid thing, and she's massacred it again, and her little friend is still just staring, can't she BLINK for God's sake?)
"Oh, huh, I forgot about that, well, um, anyway, stay off the ambulances, we want you getting, well, better. Off you go now." (Start untying sweater to put back on, make mental note to scratch casual day.)
"Yeah, but you guys are cute."
"Yeah, you guys, ladies, I mean, you are too, but I'm more hungry than cute, so I gotta go, have fun, bye, remember to stay healthy. (As walking away for exit.)
Anyway, that's how it went. They were nice to look at but high kites, and I don't know why it took me so long to figure it out. That's the last time I ever wear my free shirts around places with lots of people. I must have looked like a bumbling buffoon correcting the way they said ambulance...and just being stared at like that....I was glad that Albertson's had chicken on sale.