I was this close to ordering pizza for dinner but felt guilty because I hadn’t left the house all day so I decided to wash my body and make a run to the grocery store in Boys Town. I didn’t have a clue what I was going to buy but figured the aisles would inspire me. I had sliced mangos and roma tomatoes in my basket when I came across a tower of ripe avocadoes and decided to make guacamole for dinner. As I was checking out the cashier made more than small talk with me. His flirting caught me off-guard so when he asked me what my plans were for the holiday, I had to think for a minute what he was talking about. I remember reading earlier that today was National Handshake day. Should I shake his hand? Is that what he wanted? Boy, he was really laying it on thick. Luckily before I stuck out my hand I realized that he was talking about the 4th of July. I told him that for the first time in 5 years I actually get the 4th off and am planning on driving down to San Diego to meet my brother and his wife for the weekend. He said, “That’s great. Well, I hope you come back to the store again.” He wasn’t my type but I wondered what it’d be like to date a cashier. I think it’d be nice, especially the idea of him bringing home free food every night. You know, the damaged stuff that they can’t sell like a box of cereal that was accidentally cut open with a box knife because the shelf-stalker was in a hurry. Not stuff like moldy bread or sour milk.