Aisle 3 Love

Supermarkets are not really my ideal place to go for a pleasant afternoon. I don’t hate them, I just can think of more fun things to do with my time. Whilst grocery shopping today, however, I had a stranger tell me he loved me.
Romance at the checkouts.
Like a modern day suburban fairytale.
It’s a shame he was middle aged, holding a cigarette butt between his lips and cursing the government all at the same time. “I love you. Really, I am in love with you. Can I have a hug? Please?”
The hug went for much longer than was ever going to be acceptable, I started to get a little flustered. Maybe my compulsion to flee the scene was an indication that he just wasn’t the one.