Sometimes, when I’m alone at the grocery store, women flirt
with me. I’ve yet to figure out why. Today, while shopping for cardamom pods
for a new recipe, I had this conversation with a lovely lady (LL) in the spice
section:
LL: Cardamom is expensive, isn’t it? By the pound I mean?
Me: Yeah, but it’s worth it.
LL: Are you a chef or something?
Me: No, I’m an actor.
LL: Really! Have you been in anything I’ve seen?
Me: I don’t know. What have you seen?
LL: I can’t remember everything I’ve seen.
Me: Well, how about this – did you see Battlestar Galactica?
The new one?
LL: No, sorry. I didn’t watch that.
Me: Then I was totally in it.
LL: Are you just playing with me?
Me: A bit.
LL: Seriously, what would I have seen you in?
Me: I don’t know, how much porn do you watch?
LL: Now I know you’re just playing with me.
Me: You’re very perceptive. Maybe you should be an actor.
LL: Do you have to be perceptive to be an actor?
Me: To be a good one, yeah.
LL: Are you a good one?
Me: You should watch Battlestar and find out.
LL: So you were in it?
Me: Did you see it?
LL: No, I told you.
Me: Then yes, I was in it. I had a huge role.
Pause …
LL: if you weren’t wearing that ring I’d take you home with
me.
Me: What makes you think I’d let you?
LL: What makes you think I’d give you a choice?
Me: So you’re some kind of kidnapper?
LL: Maybe.
Me: What would you do with me?
LL: We’d watch Battlestar Galactica and if you weren’t in it
I’d kick you out.
Me: Wouldn’t it be easier to not kidnap me in the first place?
LL: If you weren’t in it. Were you in it?
Me: You gonna kidnap me to find out?
LL: No, not today.
Me: Then yes. I was totally in it.