8/29/20
I felt your look, my dear cashier. You went along, scanning away the rest of my weekly groceries without so much as saying hello or glancing up at me, but you have to shoot me that loaded, judgemental look as soon as you spy the hand lotion.
Yes, I just purchased a bottle relatively recently. Yes, its what you think. I’m a 41-year-old bachelor.
Still, for all you know I just have extremely dry hands.
Chronicles of a Madman. 