grazing, guilt, love – all blind
This is a conversation that never took place at the frou frou grocery store yesterday.
“Baby, I’m nervous.”
“Why, baby? What’s wrong?”
“See that lady over there? The blonde with the ugly pink sunglasses?”
“Yeah. What about her?”
“Well, she keeps looking at us. And she won’t go away. I think she’s following us around.”
“Why would she be doing that?”
“You know…. Because we’re grazing.”
“Why would she care?”
“I don’t know. Maybe the store is tired of us coming here and grazing all the time, and they put security on us. Maybe she’s a detective. You know, undercover.”
“Why would she be following us, though? We just got here. You’ve only grazed two dates and a cherry so far. All I’ve had is samples. What are they gonna do? Arrest us?”
“Maybe they’re following us on purpose, though, because they know we graze all the time. Maybe our pictures are in the office and they’ve finally put an undercover detective on our trail.”
“You’re being paranoid.”
“Am I? Look at the way she keeps looking at us. She’s trying to act casual but she keeps scoping us out. I’m scared, baby. I want to leave, but I also want to eat a piece of sugar-free chocolate from the bulk food bins. What should we do? I don’t know what to do!”
“Calm down. You’re totally paranoid.”
“You think I’m paranoid? Tell me, then, why she keeps looking at us. Give me one good reason.”
“For the same reason people like that always look at us. Interracial relationship.”
“Oh…. Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.”
“Uh huh.”
“Yeah…. Hee, hee. Okay.”
“All right. Come on.”
“Okay. Head for the champagne grapes.”
