Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
About a week before Christmas, Favorite Young Man and I made a quick trip to the nearest Publix grocery store. When we entered the parking lot, we saw the Jacksonville Jaguars' (football team) mascot, whizzing around from store to store on a motorized scooter. Children squealed at the sight of the fuzzy jaguar.
We ambled toward Publix. A radio station was broadcasting out front. Inside the store, a long table stretched out where BOGO items usually reside. They must be doing something for a charity, I told FYM.
We grabbed the few items we needed and headed for the cashier. As we offered our groceries for scanning, I noticed that an unusually handsome young man had popped up to bag my groceries. I nearly meowed at the sight of him. He turned for a minute to sign something for an employee.
Must be a new assistant managed, I purred to myself. I hope I see him more often.
He bagged my groceries and smiled. I thought I would melt from joy.
Favorite Young Man and I departed. He said, Mom, you do realize that was a Jaguars player who just bagged your groceries, don't you?
No, I answered, my bubble bursting at the thought that the "new assistant manager" would not greet me again in the future.
He was signing an autograph for an employee, FYM informer me. The guy was probably 6'5" and 250.
Well, I did notice he was muscular, I said, but I don't think he was 6'5".
Oh, yeah, FYM said. He's taller than I am.
FYM is 6'4".
He wasn't taller than you, I said.
We happily argued as we took the groceries to the car.
I looked at the Jaguars Web site, and I think this is the guy who bagged me.
I win the argument, Favorite Young Man. My bag boy is a mere 6'1".
Infinities of love,