Winky

I've said it before, and even written about it; only grandfathers and great-uncles are allowed to wink at adult males. It's as if you and the winker share some sort of naughty secret.

The woman ahead of me in the grocery "7 Items or Less" lane, had 43 items including a case of snacks and one of water. The 40-ish guy behind me in line muttered something like "Express, not!" I turned around, we chuckled, and he smiled and winked at me. I turned back around worried. "Oh no he di'nt?"

Once I was handed my receipt, he told me to have a good day. I turned to wish him the same and he did it again. I am sure that it was innocent, and I enjoy pleasantries with strangers, but that was two hours ago, and I am still creeped out.

Also, as I was leaving the store, I stopped in the restroom to do something about that weird scratchy feeling in my underwear that has annoyed me all day. I pulled everything down and discovered a dryer sheet in my underwear.

Yeah, it's been that kind of Friday. 😜