Did you ever, when you were little, go up to a man who you thought was your dad. Maybe you were in a hardware store, looking at wrenches or by those bins with all the washers and nails. Or at the library, looking for a book about antique rifles or something that dads like. And you saw a pair of jeans. Just like your dad's. And you grabbed onto his leg and just hugged. And then you see your dad. Over there. Not the man you're hugging. And you feel freaked out?
I did that tonight a little bit. I was at the grocery store with J. Feeling proud of myself for planning on making bread. So I waltzed down the aisle. And then I nonchalantly tossed the yeast into our cart. And then I hear "WRONG CART!!" Really the strange man was quite nice, and said it quietly. But of course I looked up at him awkwardly and said, just so loud, "I don't know you!!" Then Justin laughed at me whilst I blushed and kinda hid in the canned food aisle. The man didn't even look like Justin. And he didn't have the same type of cart as us. Yikes.
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