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May. 9th, 2008 02:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
d_aulnoyAt the grocery store, the man behind me in line offered me a ride. He said he'd seen me walking, and wouldn't want me to strain myself walking home with all my purchases.
All my purchases consisted of: bananas, sour cream, sushi, pasta, Diet Pepsi (yes, I feel off the wagon), and cigarettes (no, I haven't gotten on the wagon ... yet). (Also, um, these are the components for several different meals - I don't eat that weirdly.)I realize this was probably the "small town hospitality" of which one hears tell.
And, yet, nevertheless? Creepy.
All my purchases consisted of: bananas, sour cream, sushi, pasta, Diet Pepsi (yes, I feel off the wagon), and cigarettes (no, I haven't gotten on the wagon ... yet). (Also, um, these are the components for several different meals - I don't eat that weirdly.)I realize this was probably the "small town hospitality" of which one hears tell.
And, yet, nevertheless? Creepy.