There I was, scurrying down the baking aisle in the grocery store. I heard a few guys coming down the aisle behind me, so I sped up a bit, only to realize that in my haste, I forgot something.
I turned around quickly to go get it.
And was very surprised to cold bust one of the guys behind me checking out my butt. No doubt about it, right there next to the sugar, in front of God and everyone, a more-than-once-over. He gave me that smile and oops-I'm-busted look that is both appreciative and apologetic at the same time.
I grinned back at him, I couldn't help it; I mean, I certainly wasn't gonna say anything, that kind of thing never happens to me, I decided to just roll the cart on....
...and keep grinning from ear to ear.
Audrey could've bought six bags of candy, and I probably wouldn't have noticed.
One week away from my (cough cough gasp) thirty-ninth birthday, it's nice to know someone thought I had it going on.
Once I got home, I realized I forgot the milk.
I attribute it to the shock of a cute guy looking at my ass and not the memory loss attributed to age.