desperado?

i am beginning to shock myself.
perhaps i've lived alone too long.

this afternoon i went out for a nice Fall day walk to the store. i had on my favourite old lady cream cardigan and my orange summer sandals. my ears were being pleased by the sounds of the weakerthans and neko case.

i watched a man walked across the parking lot and into the store.
i watched the man sample grapes.
i watched the man pay for his purchases.
i was checking out a man in the GROCERY STORE.

have i no decency?

in my defense, he did have what can only be described as "rugged good looks".

but really, where else am i to check out people? i cant exactly check out people at work. Ok technically i could. But they're either coworkers (and thus married because they are all married) or patients. And any single patient is either widowed, drunk, drug-seeking, or disgusting.
considering i only ever go to work, to the grocery store, and home; considering there are no guys to check out at home, the grocery store is my only real option.

not that i HAVE to have an outlet for checking out people (ha ha ha! checking out guys at the check out! ha ha ha!) but its just... well... yea.