So, The Other Day…

randomlychad  —  May 4, 2012 — 11 Comments

20120503-203409.jpgI feel like things have been kinda heavy, a little ponderous, around here lately. As such, I think it’s time for a nice little slice o’ life pie.

Enjoy.

So, the other day my wife went grocery shopping. I’m glad for that, because it’s among my least favorite things to do. I mean it’s not “doing your taxes” bad, but’s not fun either. I mean if we hit the store, I’m in the cafe area writing. And maybe sipping a beer (yes, this grocery has a beer garden. Cool, right?).

Besides when I shop, I usually forget what I’m there after, and get things we don’t need (chocolate is essential, right?) <--In over twenty-one years of marriage this strategy has yet to work. She still sends me (from time to time).So I keep coming home with the good stuff.

Anyway, on the day I alluded to above, she’d done the shopping, and brought the goods home.

Picture the scene:

Grocery bags are in the backseat of my Scion xB (we switched that week due to car problems), so she’s bent over, reaching in to get what she can carry before making another trip. She straightens up, turns around, and is surprised to see a man (who isn’t me) standing behind her.

She screams. He screams, and jumps about six feet off the ground. He runs away.

Only later does she realize it was our new neighbor. Because we haven’t gotten to know him yet, I’ll call him “Ivan.” I say that because we have overheard him speaking in some kind of Slavic tongue.

So Ivan it is.

In relating the details to me, my wife can’t quite put her finger on what Ivan’s intentions were. Because he never spoke to her! That’s right: he stealthily encroached inside her comfort zone without so much as a “By your leave.”

So we still don’t know: did he want to help her with the groceries, or was he checking her out? Because I’ve heard that, even in Soviet Russia, one announces one’s presence when approaching someone unawares.

Or as Yoda would say: “The creeper is strong with this one.”

What do you say? Have you ever had anything like this happen to you? As John Quinoñes asks: “What would you do?”

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  • This has happened to my wife before. I think she would react exactly the same. I’d probably wouldn’t even notice if it happened to me. =)

    • Maybe ladies are more sensitive to it? I’d probably ask “Can I help you?”

  • Tricia

    I would have reacted the same as your wife!

    • That seems to be general consensus amongst folk I’ve talked to.

      Welcome!

  • Leanne Shirtliffe

    I don’t tend to notice these things. A couple of weeks ago, we were leaving a family restaurant. When we got outside, my husband told me that two men checked me out. I said no way; that never happens. His response: “Oh yes it does. You just have no idea.”

    • I don’t really either. Lisa (my wife) sometimes does, other times doesn’t. This was a doesn’t. I have no idea how long:

      She was bent into the backseat; or
      how long the creeper was watching.

  • Ivan thought she was his new handler from the motherland.

    Ivan was wrong.

    • 😉

      “I must break you.”

      [She goes all “Black Widow” on his butt]

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