Yes! I have not had an occurrence of PaC in a while and you know you can't just go searching for it. It has to find you.
Well, PaC came back with a bang. Kroger -lunchtime, produce section. I was minding my own business selecting some peaches and I hear some odd giggling and screeching.
"How 'bout I ask this lady? This lady with the peaches? She looks nice?"
"Daddy - NO!" More awkward giggling.
I didn't even want to look. Peach references make me think about Nic Cage and Face-off...you know the scene. The exchange between the man and girl was so weird and creepy. I looked up, hoping it would get better. No dice.
"It's her birthday and how 'bout you hold her down for some birthday whoopins?"
Oh dear lord of the peaches.
"Uh....uh...huh-how many would that be?"
Sweet organic pears! Twelve! She's almost a teenager! He was chasing her around like they were at the Homecoming dance and he was trying to steal a kiss. She was taller than me, pretty, with a cute outfit, long hair and was just so...so grown up looking. Barf.
I promptly escorted myself to aisle 2 to get away from these people. While picking up peanut butter and jelly, I could still hear the birthday victim calling, "No, haha, Daddy, no!"
I felt like I was in CSI Kroger. I felt icky all day.
Sick, sick, sicko.