Fast forward, a few weeks later to another checker, this time at the drugstore. He looks at my face and then comments on the facial products I'm buying. He said "if those products can make me look as handsome as you, I'm going to buy them too"! OMG, I didn't even do my famous triple check in the mirror before leaving the house. I thought I looked like shit! What is it with me and the check-OUT lines?
"Oops... I did it again". Last week, I made a comment at another store when I couldn't pull my wallet out of my pants quick enough to pay the bill. I told the checker that "my thing was a little too big". I quickly explained I was referring to my wallet and he said "I bet that's what you say to all the guys" (wink, wink). Really? So this checker assumes that I'm Gay AND a have a big package!!! Well I guess we both had stories to tell over the dinner table that night.
Perhaps my concept of Green Acres Gone Gay, aka GAGG (not to be confused with GAGA) confirms that I'm not the only one in Suburbia. I must be a trend setter, but "Baby I Was Born This Way". All I can do is laugh about these situations and think that maybe being Gay and OUT in Suburbia has become the norm or at least on my check-OUT lines.