I’ve just been chatted up. In a supermarket. Waitrose.
‘Don’t you just love a banana’ said Mr Gay Checkout Man, gently trying to squeeze my bananas into a bag.
‘Love em’ I replied, wondering if Mr Gay Checkout Man was flirting with me.
‘I have one every morning’ he said, as I opened the bag a little wider.
‘Me too’ I said, trying not to wonder if Mr Gay checkout Man, was flirting with me.
‘It’s a bit of a tight squeeze’ smiled Mr Gay Checkout Man, his hand brushing against mine.
‘It is’ I coughed, my bag as wide as it would go.
‘That’s £1.62’ said Mr Gay Checkout Man. ‘See you next time’
I blushed.
I am never going to Waitrose again.
