As I'm perusing the frozen food selection at the local Safeway, I see out of the corner of my eye a "bro"-looking dude stagger in my direction, followed by an older woman pushing an empty shopping cart.
The gentleman, clearly inebriated, started my way and nodded at me.
"How you doin' tonight?" he asks, pushing back the hood of his puffy, camouflage-printed winter coat.
"I'm fine, how are you?" I politely reply.
"You're gorgeous," he says to me. Then, returning his hood to its upright position, he stumbled onward, announcing, "Ma, I gotta get some Lean Cuisines. I'm tryna watch what I eat."
The young man then wished me a good night, and continued his drunken, parentally-supervised errands.
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