Apparently my orientation/relationship radar is all out of wack.
No shocker there.
Married men flirt with me while their wives look on oblivious and their kids scream for candy. And I nonchalantly scruitinze the women buying 4 packs of douche (just for the ladies: don't use that stuff. It actually CAUSES more problems than it fixes. If you find yourself stinking up the place, go to the doctor. Douche will only make it worse and probably cause you a string of yeast infections to boot) and multiple tubes of vagisil.
Boyfriends and girlfriends who come through the lines together, their annoyance with each other, their eye rolling and snotty comments. I watch as the items float past... makeup, underwear, bras, beauty products, nail polish. And I watch at the boyfriend pays without question.
(I remember shopping with Jason and having a lil fight at the checkouts when he'd want to pay for my stuff and I'd insist that he was not allowed. Apparently that's uncommon)
The guy today who flipped down a box of Magnum condoms and then winked at me.
That was priceless.