so i thought my grocery store excursion was done for the day when it suddenly hit me as i neared my air conditioned abode.

“fuck, i forgot to get ground turkey.”

really, there’s no point in making chili without the ground turkey. so i sped past my apartment to the little grocery (but more expensive) grocery store up the way a bit and wheeled in for some ground turkey (and godiva ice cream).

as i was checking out, the cashier girl looked at me and said, “i really like your hair.”
“thanks,” i said running my fingers through it, “it’s sort of a mess.”

and she just gave me a like i care look. probably because her entire head was shaved, saved for a two inch swatch of bangs that hung to her eyebrows.

i’m not sure if i’m oddly pleased or kind of put off that the sweet punk thing liked my hair so much.