What does the girl at the grocery store think when I come there right from Crossfit and buy tampons, mangos, a bottle of wine, and a pint of ice cream, and she’s stuck ringing up my purchases?
If it was a good day, I’m filthy from rolling around on the ground doing burpees. I smell like a foot smashed up again an asshole with a little bit of dog slobber and sweat mixed in, and I probably look like I just took a shower. Because ya know, I sweat so much that everything on me, including my hair, is just wet.
It seems like the only time I ever go to the grocery store is after Crossfit. I hate going on the weekends, so I always go on a random week night. And it’s always a night that hubs is working late, which means it’s usually a day that I convince myself I can sleep in and go work out that night and he won’t mind.
And lord knows I don’t mind the extra two hours of sleep.
I wonder how they would react if I came into the grocery store bathed and fully clothed in say, work clothes? Would some random good hygiene alarm go off and balloons rain down from the sky and I would win an award or something?
Because I should.
Oh and for the record, the ice cream is for the husband. And we’re just not going to talk about the wine. Best not to poke mama bear when she’s sweaty AND thirsty.