French groceries

Okay, so the title is lame, sue me. But its incredibly nice outside (circa 80 degrees), and I am inside. I know my boss says I can go wherever I need to figure things out, but when one needs a computer, one needs a computer..So I don't think my blogs are as adventurous as say, that one guy who mentions exciting things in his blog all the time, but its a start. For instance, here's something funny. I got hit on in a grocery store. Yep, in the meat isle. Pretty bad a, if you ask me. He was in all freezer clothing (aka: sweatshirts, gloves, hat, the works), and I in jeans and flip flops. He starts off with "Are you looking for something?" "yes, what is the cheapest", "Oh, the one in your hand is a good deal, on sale this week" "Oh", I replied, "good to know" "Are you French?" he asks. "No"was my reply. "Do I look French?" "Oh well the bag (pink striped), the shoes (gold flip flops from the dollar store), all your colors, I just thought you might be French." "Nope" I say. "So what do you do?" He starts. "Oh, I'm a youth minister at a Catholic Parish" I say. Then he approaches the situation with "Oh, that's why you are so nice." Ah, ha, right. Then he proceeds and goes, in for the kill.. "So, do you want to come here more often?"he asks. "I'm sorry, waht?" Hoping he'll see the fact that he is following me out of the meat isle into the cereal isle is making me really uncomfortable..."Do you want my number so we can get together sometime?" he smiles, which I can hardly see underneath all his layers. "Oh", I smile sheepishly and nervously, "I'm not looking to date right now." And then I run out of the store, to my car, not even paying for my $20 dollars worth of groceries, and jump in my car, and drive away...Ok, not really, but something like that. I didn't want big freezer man to follow me. Even though its near my new residence and really convenient, we'll see when I go back to that grocery store...