I Love Shopping
by Squeezable (amauiguy@gmail.com)
© Copyright
2009
I
hate shopping. It boggles my mind that
people actually claim to enjoy the pushing and shoving as they wander around
for hours browsing over stuff they'll never buy. What's the point? I'm a little cranky as I drive slowly through
the packed Costco parking lot, searching right and left in frustration for an
empty parking spot. Don't these people
have anywhere else to be? I finally find
an empty space at the far corner of the parking lot, hidden between a big dusty
white van and the tall blank cinderblock wall of the shopping center next
door. Carefully I ease my little
But
on Maui, where I live, going shopping does have one redeeming value which I'm
pleasantly reminded of as I walk toward the front of the store and spy a couple
of good looking, well built, tanned "surfer dudes" in tight t-shirts
and long board shorts coming through the exit.
I sigh to myself in appreciation.
Perhaps this shopping trip won't be a total waste of time.
More
likely than not I'll spot some hunky guy, and I'll be able to scope him out
innocently while shopping. My taste in
men is pretty broad, but I really get turned on by beefy, taller guys,
especially the wrestler-football player type.
My infrequent trips to Costco have never failed to provide some eye
candy, and I'm hoping today's won't either.
I
grab a cart, show my card to the plump dark-haired lady at the entrance, pull
out my shopping list, and dive into the organized chaos that is the flow of
traffic. I always make a list--that way
I'll be sure not to forget anything and also not pick up anything extra that I
don't really need.
Proceeding
from aisle to aisle I check off items from my list as I add them to my cart. I
catch glimpses of a few nice looking guys here and there, but no one captures
my full attention. Besides, as crowded
as it is, I must continually watch where I'm going so I don't run over the
little old Asian lady in front of me.
As
I reach the middle of another aisle, the lady in front of me spots what must be
a long lost friend coming the other way. The two ancient biddies decide to stop
their carts side by side for a chat completely oblivious to the impediment
they're causing for other shoppers around them.
There is only a very narrow space to get through, and as I look beyond
them, I notice for the first time a very tall broad-shouldered man who, like
me, is now stuck.
I
stare in total awe and amazement at his immense form as he towers over the two
ladies. He's got to be at least a foot
taller than me, since my eyes are level with the huge muscular pecs straining against his tight white tank top with the
number 808 on it. My hungry eyes travel
up from his firm waist, over his wide pecs, past the
curly brown hair spilling out over the top of his shirt, along his bulging
shoulders and strong thick neck, to his handsome ruggedly scruffy face. I guess him to be in his 40s and clearly he's
spent a lot of that time in the gym.
He
rolls his eyes and shakes his head a little looking at the chatty women in
front of him. Then with a look of
annoyance, he starts to maneuver around the traffic jam. As he does, he looks
over at me and catches me staring open-mouthed at him. He turns his head and glances over his big
left shoulder to confirm for himself that he's the object of my attention, then
looks back at me with narrowed eyes and a scowl on his face. Immediately I drop my gaze and pretend I'm
deeply interested in a gallon jug of low sodium soy sauce that happens to be on
the shelf next to me, but I'm practically shaking with fear at having been
caught gaping at him. I can feel myself
blushing. It's clear from his size that
he could easily beat me to a pulp. The
two ladies, locked in animated conversation, show no awareness of the tension
between us as he pushes his cart through the small space they've left.
Time
seems to slow as he looms closer and closer to me.
I
can feel his eyes glaring down at me as he approaches until he's standing right
beside me. In a deep rumbling voice he
says "Pardon me," and very slowly reaches his huge right hand past my
face to grab one of the soy sauce jugs.
As he leans hulking over me, I catch a whiff of his clean musky manscent, and inhale deeply. I glance toward him and find myself facing
into the deep furry space where his huge outstretched right arm joins his
massive chest. Quickly, I turn back to
the soy sauce in time to see his enormous hand closing around the plastic jug,
his long fingers wrapping around as if it were the size of a coffee cup for a
normal person.
He
is enjoying this, I can tell, by the way he is moving so deliberately. This bully knows he is intimidating me with
his bulk, but he probably doesn't realize that he's exciting me, too. As he draws his hand and the jug back in
front of my face, he leans over and I feel his warm breath against my ear.
He
whispers menacingly, "Imagine that this jug is your head."
I
watch, mesmerized, as he pushes the jug into his armpit. Slowly he brings his massive arm down around
the jug, holding it firmly against the side of his chest as if in a
headlock. He glowers down at me as he squeezes
the jug. I can see the tension as he
flexes his powerful bicep. Then he pulls the jug from its warm sweaty
enclosure, leans over in front of me again, and places it back on the shelf.
"I'd
like that," I say softly as he leans over me.
A
startled look crosses his face, followed immediately by a frown. It's clear he wasn't expecting that kind of
response.
"Hmph," he snorts at me as he pushes his cart away down
the aisle.
I
turn and watch his huge form stride away.
He's wearing shorts, I notice for the first time. I marvel at the power
hidden in his flexing butt, and furry legs and calves.
"I
said, excuse me please, Sir!"
Suddenly
I come to my senses. One of the little old ladies is trying to push past me.
"Sorry,"
is all I can manage in response, as I move my cart aside and continue down the
aisle.
What
have I done, I wonder to myself? But
then, remembering the thrill, I stop my cart, hurry back up the aisle and grab
the now sweaty, manhandled jug of soy sauce.
I lift the damp jug to my nose and smell his scent on it, so I place it
carefully into my shopping cart.
Reality
sets in. What if the bully doesn't like
the idea of someone not cowering before of him?
Obviously that was what he expected me to do. Getting beaten up is definitely not on my
shopping list, so I hurry to gather the final items and rush to the checkout
line. I peer carefully around to see
where Mr. 808 has gone. Between the
shelves, several aisles away, I catch a glimpse of one of his huge arms. I nearly sigh aloud with relief as I enter
one of the checkout lines.
I
unload my cart and wait fidgeting impatiently while the couple in front of me
is getting rung up. The white-haired
lady fumbles through her purse. "Ah, here it is," she says finally
pulling out her checkbook. Her husband
looks at me apologetically and shrugs, as if he's been through this a hundred
times before. The checkout guy glances over at me and gives me a little
smile. Nervously, I peer around at the
shopping area behind me and feel a sense of relief that the huge man is nowhere
in sight. Finally the people in front of
me wheel their cart away, and I can pay and leave.
"Sir, would you like me to get a different one?" the
clerk asks holding up the soy sauce jug, which I now see has the label
partially askew. "This one looks
like it's been out in the rain," he says with a puzzled look on his face.
"No,
that one will be fine, thanks," I reply quickly as another blush creeps up
my face.
A
debit card is much faster than writing a check, so it takes just a minute
before I'm on my way hurrying toward the exit.
As the checker at the door compares my receipt to the items in my cart,
I venture a careful look back toward the checkout area.
With
a shock, I realize the large man is at a cashier already! I must have missed seeing him get into line
while I was waiting for the people in front of me, but sure enough, I see 808
stretched wide on the back of his white tank top. Then, as if he can feel me watching, he turns
abruptly and stares directly into my eyes with a scowl on his face.
With
a sense of near panic, I turn back just as the checker finishes with my cart
and I practically run out the door and across the parking lot to my car. The parking lot is still crowded, but has
thinned out a bit. My car is somewhat
hidden behind the white van parked next to it, but when I finally see it, I
feel a huge sense of relief.
I
quickly open my trunk and load in my groceries.
Last but certainly not least, I lift the jug from the cart. As I close my eyes remembering those massive
hands, I once again bring the jug to my nose sniffing his lingering aroma.
"Did
you mean what you said?" growls the deep threatening voice that almost
stops my heart.
It's
him! I whirl around dropping the jug into my trunk. He's standing not more than ten feet away
holding a large box of groceries at the back of the van. Of course, I didn't hear him coming. A man like him wouldn't really need to use a
noisy cart. He holds keys in one hand
and the box in the other. As I watch
worried at what he might do, he reaches over and unlocks the back door of the
van. Keeping his eyes on me, he opens
the door, places the box inside, and shuts it again. Then he stands up to his full height and takes
a deep breath. His chest expands hugely
and I see his hard nipples pressing against the fabric of his shirt.
He
takes a step toward me.
"I
asked you a question little man," he roars.
I
turn my gaze from his magnificent pecs up to his
eyes. At that moment, I realize that
whatever I say is probably going to be the wrong thing, so I decide to be
honest.
"Y-yes,
I meant it," I stammer timidly.
He
takes another step toward me.
I
glance around uneasily, realizing that with his van parked where it is, and the
building wall on the other side of me, there will be no witnesses when he
decides to take me apart. I suppose this
is how a rabbit must feel when cornered, but at least he hasn't actually
started trying to kill me yet.
With
his next step he's up against my now empty cart. A casual fling of his hand rolls the cart
away from us.
He
looks down into my trunk and sees the sweaty soy sauce jug. I jump as he reaches over and slams my trunk
shut.
I
take a small step back, then another, as he presses forward. Suddenly I feel the wall at my back, and know
there is nowhere to run.
"Just...
like... the... jug...," he rumbles.
Suddenly
his gigantic left hand reaches out and wraps around the back of my head. The crushing pressure of his strong thick
fingers prevents me from turning my head in the slightest. He starts pulling me slowly toward him. I frantically grab at his fingers to pry them
away, but my attempts are futile. In horror and amazement, I realize I'm
getting my wish as my face approaches his hairy right armpit. Just as he starts
to close his arm, I take a deep breath.
With his musky smell in my nostrils and surrounded by walls of muscle,
darkness fills my vision and my ears hear only silence.
He
squeezes his arm against my head and bright stars shoot before my eyes. I struggle and pull unsuccessfully against
his arm, then the pressure eases a little for half a
minute.
He
squeezes again, harder, and I hear the thundering of my own blood pounding in
my ears. My hands push wildly against
his solid abs and chest, but to no avail. Again, after several seconds, the
pressure eases a bit.
He
squeezes a third time, and it feels like my head
getting squashed like a grape. Nearly
hysterical, I stretch my arms around his titanic frame in a bearhug
and squeeze as hard as I can. He
releases the pressure around my head a little bit, but at the same time takes a
deep breath. As his chest and belly
expand, my feeble bearhug breaks easily. Then the pressure around my head is gone, and
I can see and hear and breathe again.
I
stagger back a step. His huge hands engulf my shoulders as he holds me a bit
away from him and he studies the dazed expression on my face.
"You're
grinning," he growls with disgust.
Speechless,
I look up into his eyes and nod in agreement, and to my surprise, notice that
he is grinning, too.
His
powerful hands guide me toward my driver's side of my car.
"Go!"
he mutters, then turns away. He gets
into his van without a look back and drives away.
Completely
dumbfounded by what just happened, I stand leaning against my car and watch
until his van disappears in the distance.
So
one thing I learned today is that I love shopping, and even though I will still
take a list, I will always hope that I'll find something that I wasn't
expecting.