Seriously, one was looking me over this morning.
Giving me the eye.
About 35 or so, pretty.
Wearing baggy sweatpants, though. Yuck.

I was the only man in the store, the only one under retirement age. It’s a different world when you have the day off from work and see things at hours you normally don’t. Supermarkets full of retirees and housewives instead of harried, hurrying commuters. Roads empty but for tractors. Kids all lined up in rows, packed into their schools.

Thousand jobs waiting for you at home.

Blogging secretly while wife runs to store for shiny christmas baubles…