Aisle 8

   Like most sisters, Katy and I have a lot in common.  We love the same crappy movies, we hate talking on the phone, we love to eat even when we are full, we love all animals especially baby animals.  We raise our pets like they are our kids.  We shared the same womb...  As it turns out we share one other thing in common,  getting hit on by guys in the feminine aisle at the drug store.  I don't know if it is the irresistible feminine aisle genetics we share but apparently when it's that time of the month and we turn down aisle 8 we are nothing but enchanting.


Guess what happened on aisle 8, again?
Is it that time of the month again or is that just Margaret & Katy?

    Katy was the first to realize our siren's song.  It was that time of the month when she needing what she was reaching for on the shelf on aisle 8 when someone sauntered up behind her.  She turned around to a homeboy with his straight brimmed baseball hat screwed on his head crooked.  "Yo, word up shorty?" My sister doesn't remember if she answered but homeboy cut right to the chase.  "You got yourself  a man?" 
    Holding her feminine product in frozen shock/embarrassment she said she had a boyfriend.  Still not deterred by the girl he hunted down in the feminine aisle holding her time of the month product, he said, "I ain't see no ring on your finger!" Man or monthly visitor was not enough stop this homeboy from leaving aisle 8 alone.  
    "I'm good. Thanks anyway."  She said as she dropped her product and somehow made it out of the store without being kidnapped.  Homeboy had found a guaranteed  hot spot to pick up vulnerable chicks.  So what he has to carry a supply of Extra Strength Midol with him at all times?  Homeboy apparently doesn't mind running to the corner store to get ice cream and then watching Matthew Mcconaughey chick flicks for a week until he can get some action. 
    Katy and I thought that gem of an attempted pick up was never to be rivaled but last week it was.  On my lunch break I  pulled into the drug store to hit up... aisle 8.  I got out of my car the same time as another guy was getting out of his.  He donned a clean cut homeboy look as he proceeded to check me out like I was some kind of super model and not some girl dressed in Carhartt work pants with cow crap on the leg wearing a red vest with horsey snot blown across it with my hair sticking up like I just put my finger in the socket.  I gave the look around the parking lot and it was just me.  I let him go into the store first and went in behind him.  I B-lined it to that-time-of-the-month aisle.  As I was turning down the aisle I was cut off.  Swaggering in front of me was that guy in the parking lot.  "I like your car."  He said, as he made a gun with his hand cocking the end of the finger barrel to his neck.  I was frozen.  Then I saw what he was aiming at.  It was a tattoo of a Honda logo. 
    "Oh"  I said.  "Nice tattoo." 
    He flashed a big smile and said "You have a great day, alright?"  He gave me the that's right nod and strutted to the pharmacy.  I don't know if he was hitting on me or my Honda Civic. I was under the impression that all men view the feminine aisle as no man's land.  I thought that the only reason men venture down aisle 8 is because their woman have threatened their lives to go get them what they need.  Not anymore.  There are a few pioneers bravely going where no man has gone before...Aisle 8.

Me and my homeboy, homeboy dog and my babe mobile...the Honda Civic Ranch Model.



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