Chatted with MomLady about it. We came to the conclusion that, truly, everyone we meet wants to be friends. They might not want to put forth the effort to create a friendship, but really? women like friends. Or at least women like other women to like them.
"No man is an island," and all that jazz.
Went to Wal-Mart the other day with My Man. Quick trip. Just for hamburger buns (Sloppy Joe buns, to be exact). Oh, and bananas, milk, and a phone with an answering machine while we're at it. You know, basic stuff. Left MomLady with Da Boyz suuuuuuuuuuper fast. Super fast, Mom, I swear.
We were determined to make it out of The Labyrinth Built to Destroy Your Budget in record time, so we split up. Divide and conquer. I headed to produce.
Got my bananas (and cantaloupe - on sale, and peaches - they looked good) and buns. I was in a good mood. That lady in sweats and a ponytail with two screaming children over by the potatoes wanted to be my friend. The lovey-dovey couple checking prices on kiwi wanted to be my friends, too. I grinned a lot - with my teeth, because that's so much friendlier than the cheek smile.
Milk was next. Of course, the Labyrinth Built to Destroy Your Budget places milk at the very BACK of the store - forcing you to pass all sorts of deliciousness.
And lest we forget, I was in a hurry. Suuuuuuper quick trip and all.
I contemplated for a good four seconds. The fastest way to get to that milk would be to ride the cart. But I didn't have any kids with me. Truly - what would people think?!
Then I remembered everyone in the store wanted to be my friend.
And dang it if I didn't hop on and SPEED down to the milk.
Got some looks - didn't have time to see if they were weird looks - and I grinned at them with my teeth. Because that's so much friendlier than a cheek smile. One little girl in particular opened her eyes wide at me. She looked about ten - old enough to know that I was one crazy lady to be riding a cart without any kids in it.
Picked up the four milks that fit in my fridge (and some yogurt ... and some cheese ...) and headed on to electronics to meet My Man. As I rounded the corner, there was my buddy, the ten-year-old. She grinned at me with her teeth - so much friendlier than a cheek smile - and waved. I waved back. We're friends.
My Man was happy to see me. I was happy to see him. We got our phone, riffled through the $5 movies and the $3 books suuuuuuuuuuper fast, and headed back through the Labyrinth toward check-out.
We were meandering quite slow. I tried not to sigh.
My Man squeezed my hand, looked into my eyes and -
And we sped off toward check-out with toothy grins -