Still in Banning, and making many a trip to the grocery store. Ice cream and wine, they must be purchased on a regular basis.
On the way home from a recent trip to the hip doctor, we stopped at the store to pick up some baby back ribs, strawberries and dishwashing liquid. As we left the cashier, my mother and I caught sight of a very small redheaded fellow. Like Ron Howard in The Music Man, he was.
My mother pronounced him quite adorable, and as we passed him, he locked eyes with me.
"You're pretty!" he shouted.
I thanked him, and replied that he was quite handsome.
"Feel my muscle," he offered, holding out his arm in a strong-man pose.
I felt it, and commented on its massiveness.
You know how redheads blush? To the very scalp? He did. And then some.
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