Went to the post office on my lunch break today. The older guy behind the counter hit on me, I think. He said something about us getting one cream one day after telling me a joke about a T Rex. Because I'm not super great at thinking fast I was like "Um, ok."
My plan after that was to not go back there for a while, but I got a notice in my mail box today that someone sent me a package and I have to pay some postage on it before I can have it. Seeing as how I have jewelry supplies on order I think I can't risk not picking it up. So... I will go back tomorrow. Maybe I will get Shaun to go in with me.
Of course I thought of this after I was outside, but I should have said "I'm sorry, but I'm lactose intolerant." That's for real, bee tea dubs. I can't have I've cream without getting sick, usually. 🙁 That's a good excuse that is not a lie, but he could always think of something else to do, I guess.
This also happened, which might up the creep factor in all of this: He made it a point to read my name and say it out loud. It's not exactly common, so I bet he remembers it. 😳
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