This isn't about birds. This isn't about doing something with no preparation. This is about an unexpected close encounter.
Last week at Costco in Bloomfield Hills, I was wandering about-which is what everyone does at Costco, right? Looking for free food samples (not a whole lot of vegetarian stuff anyways), getting weary from not finding oatmeal and freaking out because stuff keeps falling out of my basket (I had 6 cases of juices and tea's piled up along with a turntable and a mini camcorder). How I crammed the food in the basket is really a trip.
So I stopped to look at the books-my absolute fav place to veg in Costco-and I turned to check out the kids stuff (even if I don't have any small kids, I am always buying cool books and stuff for all the fringe kids I know-bad habit?). I pick up a box of puzzles and am talking to myself-another bad habit-and someone answers me back! I chat without looking at first, thinking its just some dad getting my opinion for Christmas gifts. But he certainly has an interesting accent.
Then i did look up. OMG-this guy has on a short sleeve t-shirt and muscles! I kept up the usual babble about kids, toys, books and their educational value-but my eyes didn't want to leave the arms. I personally could care less what his face looked like, but he had arms to die for. I started to walk away but had to get one last glance down the aisle as his kid came up to see what dad might buy. I stopped at the end of the aisle and just looked back with a sigh. His butt was danged cute too!
It wasn't until I was halfway home that I realized who I stood next to and exchanged kid notes with. None other than Tomas Holmstrom of the Detroit Red Wings! I exchanged book airs with one very hunky pro athlete and I didn't have a clue. All I saw was the arms!
Last week at Costco in Bloomfield Hills, I was wandering about-which is what everyone does at Costco, right? Looking for free food samples (not a whole lot of vegetarian stuff anyways), getting weary from not finding oatmeal and freaking out because stuff keeps falling out of my basket (I had 6 cases of juices and tea's piled up along with a turntable and a mini camcorder). How I crammed the food in the basket is really a trip.
So I stopped to look at the books-my absolute fav place to veg in Costco-and I turned to check out the kids stuff (even if I don't have any small kids, I am always buying cool books and stuff for all the fringe kids I know-bad habit?). I pick up a box of puzzles and am talking to myself-another bad habit-and someone answers me back! I chat without looking at first, thinking its just some dad getting my opinion for Christmas gifts. But he certainly has an interesting accent.
Then i did look up. OMG-this guy has on a short sleeve t-shirt and muscles! I kept up the usual babble about kids, toys, books and their educational value-but my eyes didn't want to leave the arms. I personally could care less what his face looked like, but he had arms to die for. I started to walk away but had to get one last glance down the aisle as his kid came up to see what dad might buy. I stopped at the end of the aisle and just looked back with a sigh. His butt was danged cute too!
It wasn't until I was halfway home that I realized who I stood next to and exchanged kid notes with. None other than Tomas Holmstrom of the Detroit Red Wings! I exchanged book airs with one very hunky pro athlete and I didn't have a clue. All I saw was the arms!
EAT YOUR HEART OUT, ALLISON!
And we won tonight too!
Yeah? Well we like to lose here! And last year I sat up in the President's section of the 'dome with all of the retired players...of course, they were all too busy chatting with their wives!
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