Impracticalities

I got lost in thought standing in line at CVS on my way home from work. It was my round of errands. I'd already stopped at the wine store and bought a gift card for my boss (never mind the fact that I'd rather stuff all her blowholes with marshmellows and watch her slowly suffocate) for her 40th birthday, now I was just looking for a card (one of those musical ones...it plays SuperFreak, which is a far cry from Witchy Woman - her programmed ring tone on my cell phone).

Anyhow.

I was lost in thought while I was behind a youngish man who'd turned to look at me as I walked up. I'm fairly perceptive, I know an 'is someone behind me' glance from a more studied look. And this was definitely a studied look. I was mildly confused, given that there should have been no chemistry at all, reciprocal or not, and I certainly wouldn't have looked twice at him. I mean, really, that's why you get a studied look, right?

Apparently not. I think he was trying to confirm if I was the fuzz (did that just date me horrendously?). I must have passed (failed?) since he proceeded to attempt to pay for his purchases (wine, newports, bag of ice) with a credit card that was CUT IN HALF. And his swipes weren't the garden variety 'debit or credit, miss?' swipes, they were like skiball swipes. I thought he was going to rip the machine off the counter. Obviously, it didn't work, so he paid with cash (and almost walked out without his change). When I left, I saw him two stores over climbing on his bicycle, swigging from the bottle.

Where was I?

Oh yeah.

I have this thought, that I was born in the wrong era. I can sit and watch Pride and Prejudice or Out of Africa again and again, I'm so taken with the timeframe (late 18th century to early 20th) and nationality (English - domestic or colonized). I don't know if that speaks to some inner prudishness cum eroticism in me, or just that I really really like empire waistlines.

But, you know, if it weren't for the lack of indoor plumbing, deodorant, and dental hygiene, I would SO be building a time machine...