I try not to be too didactic here on Mindless Diversions but sometimes I have an experience that makes me feel like sermonizing.
While at Costco, I was picking up some Mango juice. As I reached to grab it off the shelf, a complete stranger asked me if I liked to get naked every morning like his wife does. I pretended to laugh and went about my shopping trip.
The point that I would like to drive home for each and every one of you:
Never, ever do this to people you don’t know on a first name basis.
Well that’s good advice for anyone.
Well, my wife is going to Costco this morning. So I’ll share this tip with her.
I’m having a hard time imagining people I do know on a first-name basis to whom I would put this question.
My original draft said “never do this to anybody” but then I remembered that I made a similar joke to Maribou when she was pouring herself a glass a few days before.
Which, while perhaps inappropriate, was in the privacy of our kitchen and she and I share a degree of familiarity that some freakin’ guy in Costco that I ain’t never seen before in my life do not have.
I’m good with ‘Never do this to anybody’ and then forgiving those rare, rare occasions where it’s not actually terribly creepy.
You don’t know what it means when you buy Mango juice at Costco?
And with that I calcify just a little bit more and start thinking about how, surely, society is going to hell in a handbasket at an even faster clip.
I don’t want to shock you, so I’m not even going to hint what it would have meant if you’d been wearing an earring in your left nostril.
Larry_Costco has tweeted my blog post.
I have no idea what to think.