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A little while ago I was in a local department store trying to find a new belt. All that I had been able to decide after five minutes there was that I thought that reversible belts were pretty cool, but there are too many choices. As I was surely looking at the racks very intently, the guy beside me asked me if the Red Sox were at home that day and I replied that, yes, I think they were for a night game. Then he asked if I was a big fan, and if I was from around here. I told him that I am a baseball fan and a fan of the Sox, but that I wasn't originally from the area. As our conversation continued, while I was still lost amid the selection of black and brown leather strips, he found out that I'm originally from Pennsylvania, was surprised to learn that I'm therefore not a Phillies fan, and amazed that Baltimore is actually closer to where I grew up than either Philadelphia or Pittsburgh. I must've uncomfortable turned back towards the racks and when I looked back to my left he was nowhere to be found.
When I told my wife the story of the strange chatty guy in Macys' belt section, she just laughed and told me exactly what had just happened. I was being hit on and I was completely oblivious to it.
Jerad posted this in Nuttin Much | Comments (1)
More single people should know about the belt department at Macy's. You can waste so much time and money at bars, or speed dating, or going out on a blind date with the guy your mom's best friend met at her cousin's doctor's car mechanic's son's bar mitzvah 15 years ago.
The belt department is where it is at.
Posted by: Jen at November 15, 2007 09:36 AM
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