I ordered something and I had to go pick it up at the store. No big deal. I've doned that before. I can handle this.
You may or may not know, the first semi-appropriate thought that goes through my head is probably coming out of my mouth. I say semi-appropriate because it might not always be appropriate words, but it relates to the situation.
As I walk up to the counter and lay my drivers license down, the lady behind the counter says "I love you."
Wow, this lady takes her work at pick up VERY seriously. So I reply, "I love you, too?"
She picks up my license and is typing my name in and asks how she can help me. So I replied "don't tell my wife that you told me you love me?"
She kinda laughed and told me she had my address. I told her it was too far away for her to go just to tell my wife. She said she had my phone number too. And how did I know she didn't know somebody from around there.
I told her I wouldn't be surprised if she did. Then she said she didn't know anybody there, she grew up in Pennsylvania.
I told her my wife grew up in Pennsylvania so she asked what part.
I was putting my license back on my billfold as I told her just north of Pittsburgh. Natrona. Natrona Heights. Something like that.
I look up and she's looking down shaking her head. I'm used to that reaction, but I had to find out WHY she was shaking her head.
She grew up in Murrysville. Her mother was from Franklin Park. And her dad was from Alliquippa. All less than 50 miles from Natrona Heights.
I walked out humming:
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