“Don’t look at me, Boomer!”

Yesterday when I couldn’t find the store I was looking for, I went into a store called 5 Below, which was like a dollar store but more like a 5-dollar store. (That must be it: everything is 5 dollars or less.) There were a lot of Christmas things, and I got a 5-dollar tree because the tree I have is kinda big for my apartment and I can’t figure out how to connect the different strands of bulbs together.

While I was walking around with my 5-dollar tree I saw a big table of various types of journals – mindfulness journals, activities journals, probably a couple-few devotional journals, etc., and I saw a couple of simply blank, lined journals with nice hard covers, so I got one of those for my sister Beth. While I was looking, this gal was looking at them too, and she asked a friend how much they were.

I saw immediately that the gal – maybe in her 40s – had blond hair and a face that was similar to that of Angie the Barber, so I was drawn to her immediately and started to develop a sympathetic hard-on. That’s probably why I said, “Looks like they’re all five bucks.” She looked at me for a second, then looked away. I was really attracted to her because of the resemblance factor and then I saw she had a nice set of jugs that were set pretty high on her chest – maybe higher than Angie’s and poking right out at a horizontal angle. 

I made my way around the store and ran into the gal another time or two, but I certainly wasn’t stalking her. I ran into other women, such as moms who were with their kids, and I checked out their faces and racks too, but I kept running into and looking at the first woman. I think I might have met her eyes once or twice, but she wasn’t interested in me and she might even have looked a bit annoyed. So I got the idea for a vignette called “Don’t look at me, Boomer!”