A fine line.

Until yesterday, I had no idea what a fine line there was between courteous and creepy for grocery store baggers.

Courteous
Male Bagger (mid 30's):
"Can I help you out with your groceries?"

Me:
"No, thank you."

Creepy
Male Bagger (mid-30's)
"Are you sure? I'd really like to help you out."

Me:
(Hmmm, let me think: Am I sure that I don't want a creepy man walking me out to my car trying to make conversation with me for ten excruciating minutes while I pray he doesn't say, or do, anything else creepy that forces me to wave the wedding ring on my hand in front of his face or pull the mace out of my purse. That's a tough one.)

"Yes, I'm really sure. No, thank you."

Conversation

During dinner:

Me: "How is it? I used a new sloppy joe recipe."

Husband: "It's good, but the trouble with sloppy joes is that the filling squishes all out of the bun when you try to take a bite and it gets everywhere."

Me: "So what you are saying is that sloppy joes are too...sloppy?"

Husband: "Exactly."

Dialogue

Had you been in the car with us when we went to get groceries on Saturday, this is what you would have heard:

Tim: (motioning towards the car ahead of us as we sat stopped at the red light) "Look at the curly hair on that person in the back seat."

Me: "Oh my gosh. It looks like poodle hair."

Tim: (laughing) "You're right. It totally does. I wonder if it's naturally like that or if they perm it?"

A moment of silence follows as we sip our coffee and regard the hair.

Me: "Is that an old woman or a young boy?"

Tim: "I cannot tell."

...

We never did figure it out, but it sure was entertaining.