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So I'm standing at my register, waiting on people. And a guy comes up, an unremarkable guy. Who is at first look carrying chips and condoms. Which my brain notes is kind of a crummy date, unless its for a guy. Then as I look at the items on the belt I see that there is one thing I didn't see on first glance, lube. Thus my brain makes incoherent and possibly scared noises, especially when mr. unremarkable keeps glances over at the are one and only, rather cute, male cashier.

In other news I am sick. And its cold out, and I really really don't want to be to work at 9:30 tomorrow morning. I'm reserving the right to call in sick if I feel to much like crap when I get up in the morning.