Ice cream hunting adventure...

Yesterday, after a day of total sloth, I headed down to the neighbourhood Hi-Lo to pick up some ice cream and other essentials. So I am walking through the supermarket and there is a huge white dude also shopping and we happen to be in the same aisles at the same time for most of the time I was there.

So I am at the ice cream section and looking for just what I wanted and he appears as well. No fucking surprise there cause he is enormous and that girth did not come from eating carrots. Note to self: lay off the ice cream.

So anyway, I spot what I am looking for in the section he is standing at, and walk over to get it. As I am about to reach down and grab the prize -

"Are you following me?"

Am I what? Are you shitting me? I seriously had to take a step back and reassess the question. Me following you? Why? You ain't hot. And the dude was SERIOUS! OMG.

So I told him no I was not following him and his tone disturbed me so I had to add, "you wish I were following you, buddy", and grabbed my ice cream and went back to my cart. I mean, I dunno who told Free Willy he was hot shit - maybe it's because local people put white people on some kinda pedestal and make them all think they are hot shit, but friend...no. Ugh. It reminded me of the night at the bar and how some of the most unlikely looking expats were the centre of attention cause some of these gold digging girls know their salaries are in US$$ and GBP. So I guess he thought I was one of these chickenhead girls. Ummm...did he see the tub of expensive ice cream in my cart? Did he see a man next to me to pay for it? I mean...seriously.

The thought of him naked disgusts me and I only actively follow people I want to get naked. lol

I stood in the express line and waited to pay for my stuff and as I look over, who should be standing there but Flour Boy, staring at me with daggers in his eyes. I should have asked him if he were following ME and called security!