I was hit on at Walmart

For those of you in Toronto, you might be familiar with Dufferin Mall.   If you're anything like me -- a snooty white kid from the suburbs -- Dufferin Mall is a place to be avoided at all costs, and especially the Walmart.  It's constantly crowded, picked over, and full of people not using their indoor voices.  (Basically, it gives me hives.)

You're probably wondering why I was even there.  Well, I was in the neighborhood last night, and as much as it kills me, Walmart's prices on groceries can't be beat.  Especially cereal and soy milk, which makes up a huge part of my diet.

So there I was, braving the WalMart, minding my own business in the produce section, when I was... approached.

"Hey girl, how you doin?"

(Ok, obviously this is just a look-alike, but add a giant parka over this outfit, and I think it's pretty spot-on.)

I mumbled something like "Um oh hi yeah fine thanks" and then started picking up and examining every single apple like it might contain a bomb.  He kind of just wandered away after I didn't pay him any attention.

So I know I said I wanted to try harder this year to meet people organically (as opposed to on a dating site), but this isn't what I had in mind.  Being picked up in the grocery store is great, but when I imagined the 'grocery pick-up' scenario in the movie of my life, it didn't start with a "Hey girl" and an eye-f*ck. 

And it was always in a snooty, upscale grocery store.  Never a dirty, ghetto Walmart.