Dear Safeway Sir,
I first took notice of you when you happened to be the only cashier on duty the night I bough six boxes of cookies. You chuckled, I chuckled.
Ever since then we wave, we laugh, we banter.
You never bring up the fact that I buy horribly unhealthy things. Or how quickly i go through said cookies.
You also don’t seem to mind that I’m almost always with my grandma.
Perhaps you pity my spinsterhood.
I dig that.