Creepy old men.

My sister and I have been talking for a while now about having a "big kids' movie night," with a movie the little guys aren't up for seeing quite yet, and a glass of wine in hand. Not something we typically do, but a fun once-in-a-while occurrence. Tonight was the night. The sister's job: grab the movie. My job: grab the wine.

Now I am NOT a wine connoisseur by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, I'm pretty sure today was my first day buying alcohol. I'd only been into a BevMo once before, when a friend introduced me to a delicious dessert wine over the holidays. So I knew what I was looking for, just not where to look for it. Roamed for 10 minutes before I finally asked for help...and then discovered I was only about 6 steps away. Figures.

Then there was the old man at the checkout--definitely an interesting fellow. Our conversation went something like this...

Him: "You've got such a great smile!"
Me: "Thanks."
Him: "Really! Your smile just brightened my day!"
Me: "Ummm...thanks. Glad I could brighten your day."
Him: "So do you come here a lot?"
Me: "Nope, this is my first time ever!"
Him: "Well are you going to come back?"
Me: "Ummm...maybe."
Him: "For the wine, or for me?"

Lol. Oh slightly creepy old men working at BevMo. You sure are an interesting breed.