people are strange, when you're a stranger
While walking into Bylerly's on Saturday afternoon I noticed this lady about 20 yards in front of me. She was tall and well dressed and was carrying one of those brownish Louis Vuitton purses that I think are expensive but I suppose could have been a fake or something. I was wearing a white t-shirt, clogs with no socks, and dirty shorts that don't have a button so I have to continually rezip them as I walk. We were basically twins if you saw us from a distance.
My phone rang as I was walking up to the front doors so I grabbed it and leaned against an outside wall in an attempt to avoid being labeled a jackass grocery store cellphone talker. While chatting, I continued to watch the woman I had followed through the parking lot enter the store. She made a bee-line straight for the big bin where people drop off their used plastic bags for recycling.
"Huh," I thought, "I didn't notice her carrying any old bags.
Then I watched as she quickly dug through the bin and collected a couple of used plastic Target bags. Then I watched as she made a u-turn out of Bylerly's and started walking over to Target, used bags in tow.
"Huh," I thought, "I don't see a lot of a people with designer purses digging in the trash to find used bags to bring to Target."
I'll let you draw your own conclusions. I found it odd enough that I walked over to the store and told one of the cart kids in the parking lot what I had seen. He said "thanks, dude" and went back to corralling his carts. I said "no problem" and went back across the street and bought some chicken legs and some milk. Vigilante I am not.
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