It was a warm summer day in June. I needed some groceries, so I drove to Walmart.
My name is Tobey, I am a white man who lives in a small town in the American South. I retired recently. I reached 62 and decided I'd been in the rat race long enough. I figure most folks wait too long to retire. By the time they file for social security, they are too old, and too out of shape to have any fun. I decided not to be that guy.
Not only am I young and retired, I look even younger than I am. In fact, I sometimes have trouble convincing movie theater ticket-sales people and hamburger places that I really qualify for the senior citizens discount.
Sometimes I get it, sometimes I don't. One thing is for certain, you have to ask for it.
On the other hand, I am now about to tell you a story about something I got that I did not ask for and did not expect. It was a little raunchy and unexpected, but I loved it. It's my story of getting seduced at Walmart.
For as long as I can remember, people approach me asking for help and favors. Guess I look friendly, and trustworthy. I guess I come across as a nice guy who women feel comfortable around.
As I mentioned, it was hot outside. Humid more than anything. It was 87 or so, and I was wearing cut-off jean shorts and flip flops with a short sleeve shirt with the top button unbuttoned. It sounds kind of effeminate, but I'd just gotten a pedicure the day before, and I wanted to show my feet off. I've learned well-taken care of feet are a big deal to women. I wore a pair of sandals to a dental appointment recently. Several of the women in the waiting room noticed how good my feet looked. The dental assistant was hot, and said, "wish my husband would get a pedicure. Being in bed with my sexy husband all night is great, but it's like sleeping with an animal with sharp claws."
Meanwhile back at Walmart, you never know who you'll run into, or to what degree they'll be undressed on a hot day. In a nutshell, people feel free to dress wildly and shall we say provocatively at Walmart. The hotter the day, the hotter the women are.
A few weeks ago I was shopping for ice cream. A young lady was getting ice cream, too. She closed the freezer door at Walmart just as I stepped up to it. Our eyes met. I loved her long, big breasts. Her tits were hanging out of her bikini top nearly down to her nipples. It was a hot moment at the freezer door. What a sight! She was brave to show so much skin in a public place. The girl wore short shorts over her bikini bottoms, but you could see the black bottoms pretty well under the white shorts. It was sexy.
On this visit I am walking toward the Walmart entrance, and an older woman is coming out near me pushing a cart loaded down with bottled water. She asked me to help put the water in her trunk. I grab it. It is heavy as hell. I put it in her car. But incredibly--she did not thank me at all. This pissed me off. This is not the Southern way. We generally thank people for helping us here for even the smallest thing.
I get ready to walk into the store, merely chalking the experience up to one rude woman not appreciating my help.