Today I stopped by the lower-end grocery store in my town because I knew they carried the soft drinks I wanted and the store is on my way home. As I swung my abbreviated grocery cart into the soft drink aisle, there were three adults (two men and one woman) standing there taking up the entire aisle. One of the men and the woman were embracing, completely unaware that there was anyone else around and certainly weren't going to move out of the way. And just to give you an idea, both men were wearing sweat-stained t-shirts and jeans. I didn't look close enough to see if everyone in the group had all their teeth.
The lone guy, we'll call him the third wheel, turned around and looked at me, not sure if he should be embarrassed or happy for them, and said, "Wedding bells". Only when he said it, it came out as "Weddin' Bay-ells". I rolled my eyes and turned my snub-nosed cart around to take the next aisle over and cut back. They were still blocking the other end of the aisle. Are there no better places to propose than the local grocery store's soft drink aisle? I mean really! God help me, I'm going to have to give up soft drinks.
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