Bless Your Heart

For some reason I’ve always been an attractor of personal space invaders. Strangers are forever patting my arm or back or doing that lean in on you thing when something’s funny. So, last night J & I were out Christmas shopping when we had an odd encounter. The cashier at Best Buy was apparently in training and had a helper lady standing there with her. Let’s call the helper lady “Cher” because of the striking resemblance. Cher’s bagging up our purchases when she leans in really close and sniffs me. Then she leans in and sniffs J then swivels back and sniffs me again. Cher looks at me with this puzzled look on her face, but doesn’t say anything. So I say “It’s me.”, because J doesn’t wear cologne all that much (the man’s been working on the same bottle for the last 3 years) but I did happen to spritz some body spray on that morning and it really does last all day. So Cher leans in again and sniffs, again, and says “Hmmmm. Nice.” Then she turns and helps with the jammed receipt tape like she didn’t just completely lean all in on us and give us a big, long, slow sniff.