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.