Hi, hello, Cutie from the local Sainsburys,
Can I just say, I was a little overwhelmed upon meeting you. I entered the shop in a state of confusion. I was totally flummoxed over the fact that my beloved Tesco Express didn’t have a singly jar of jam. Insane, am I right, or am I right?
So, I’m sorry for my appearance. I don’t normally walk around like Quasimodo. I don’t normally have a backpack over flowing with groceries and two hands full of bags. But I was desperate. I needed jam, it was the last thing on my shopping list and Sainsburys was on the way home.
To say that I was surprised when you approached me, well, that would be an understatement. I know that you were just doing your job, when you asked me if I’d like to use the express check out, but it felt like so much more.
Then I went and did that American thing where I don’t have a card with a chip and pin, so I had to use my swipe card. Then you went and did that British shop keeper thing, where you had to validate my signature.
I showed you my card and you asked for my ID, no doubt trying to gauge our age difference. But then when you started telling me about the time you went to Rutgers and saw an American football game after you noticed that it was a New Jersey driver’s license, well. That’s when I knew it was destiny.
I know very little about football. I know even less about Rutgers, other than I have a few friends that go there, but you see, in that moment, I was willing to learn.
That’s how I know that next time I roll up to Sainsburys, I should probably be wearing a cute outfit and buying a bottle of wine and a pack of gum, or something ladylike, like that. Maybe next time I’ll dazzle you with my historical facts about Rutgers football. Then you can ride me off into the sunset on your motorbike, or we could just take the tube, to a magical night of laughing at that time you were in America and how it’s so funny that we met in a Sainsbury, of all places.
Looking forward to our next encounter,