You know... not EVERY I, Anonymous Blog submission is about someone nearly being killed (or nearly killing someone) on a bike, or throwing dog poop into the wrong trash can. Sometimes it's about...
Behold: A gal takes mushrooms and peaks right when she walks into Food Front, where she asks the produce boy (AKA sometimes crush) where she can find some cotton balls.
I asked as straight-faced as possible where the cotton balls were, and you jokingly handed me a bag of marshmallows—and you have no idea how hilarious and mind-bogglingly charming this was, because you of course had no idea I was peaking on mushrooms at the time. Your gesture and my late-morning inebriation inspired me to give you my number before leaving the store, and led subsequently to our EXTREMELY AWKWARD date.
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