My bagger friend.

There is an older man who works as a bagger at the Food City near my house. This guy cracks me up! He is very country and hysterical. One time when I was checking out and he was packing up my stuff he picked up the can of baked beans that I had selected and said Dems good beans. Dems so good you have to roll down the front and back winda! I laughed outloud and the teenage clerk didn't get it. We had to walk him through it and then he understood.

Today he recognized me and smiled. He was handing me my receipt at the end and wanted to show me that I could get gasoline for my car with the points that I had saved up. He said Do you get gas? I said Well, it just depends on what I eat. He looked at me so strange and then about lost it! He said You're my kind of girl! I don't know if I should be scared of that or not I mean he has to be upper 70's !