17 August 2009

Explaining my obsession with cycling - Wal*Mart edition

True story.

My family spent Saturday evening at a big family function. Afterwards, on our way home, we had to stop at Wal*Mart to pick up a few things. After we grabbed what we stopped there for, we headed for the register. I realized that I was in need of something something else, and I told my family that I would meet them up front as I headed back to grab the product that I was after.

When I got back up front to the registers, Kelly was almost finished checking out. I placed my item on the belt for the checker to scan. She picked up the item, looked at it, looked at me, and said "You realize these are for women?"

The item I went back for were razors. More specifically women's Shick Quattro razors for my legs. I have never made it a secret that I shave my legs, I mean I wear shorts almost all the time during the summer, so all you need to do is look at my legs to notice that I shave my legs. To continue...

I told her that yes, I was aware that I picked up women's razors.

She again looked at me, then back at the razors, and again back at me, "you know what these'll do to your face?"

"They're not for my face" I came back, not skipping a beat. I've gotten to a point that I don't care what people think about me and my chosen sport. I'll walk into a store in full kit, with my cleats clacking against the floor, helmet under my arm and it won't even phase me.

She again looks at the razors, and back at me. At this point my lovely wife, who I think enjoys interactions like this interjected "They're for his legs, he's a cyclist, at least that's his excuse" with much enjoyment in her voice.

Look at the razors, back at me, "You two remind me of me and my husband, 'cept he don't shave his legs"

You gotta love Wal*Mart.

1 comment:

KJae said...

good times. good times. lyk