Good Taste in Football and other Nonsense

So today after work, I ran into the very crowded HEB (a local grocery store to you nonTexas types) to pick up some very much needed food stock. I was in a bit of a rush as I really hate grocery shopping in the first place and I just want to get it over with. I was feeling lucky that the sitter had agreed to stay a little extra so that I could tackle this necessary task without the children. Those of you with children will appreciate this luxury and know that you get twice as much done in half the time when there aren't 2 kids pulling things from the shelves and asking for every other item on the shelf that they spot. But I digress.... this post is also about good taste in football and isn't 100% nonsense. :)

So I am getting very near my necessary weekly grocery cart full of nutritious foods and decide to head toward the frozen section to pick up a few of those ever so user friendly already prepared meals that you can zap in your lovely microwave in a noncooking night pinch, when a young guy looks directly at me and says, "Great taste in football. I bet I can guess which team you are rooting for tomorrow." (I'm wearing my Colts pullover.) To which I reply, "Yes, the Saints. Can't you tell? ha ha" So my cart is stuck because all of these people are shopping in the same aisle as I am so I am forced to continue to the small talk about how awesome Peyton Manning is and how great of a city Indianapolis is... blah blah blah. In my head, I am screaming at the 10 people blocking my way out of frozen food hell and I am so thankful when I can finally move my cart when I notice that my "new friend" is chasing me down with a bag of frozen veggies to ask me the best way to prepare them. I am instantly confuzzled and then the lightbulb turned on and I realize that this guy is trying to use a "pick up" line on me in the frozen food section. I try to politely tell him to steam them and flash my wedding rings as I try to walk away and he follows me. I'm like really. It's not hard. A little water, pour the veggies in, put the lid on.... "Can you tell me how to know when they are done?" I heard the lady behind me chuckle because she saw the whole conversation unfold and I turned to see her shaking her head.

I just kept walking. Amused in a way, annoyed in another. Maybe a little flattered, but mostly wondering what kind of guy tries to pick up chicks in the frozen food section of a very busy grocery store?? Obviously the blind ones that don't realize that it's futile to use those lines on married women. Beware ladies of Central Texas. This guy is still out there. You just might be his next victim of "corny" (frozen type) pick up lines! hee hee But if you're in the market (HEB is a good choice, but I'm sure other grocery varieties will do) for a decent type fellow, you might make your way to the frozen section. That guy just might still be there waiting for you to do a cooking demonstration with his frozen peas.