I went to Best Buy to get a cable (which they didn’t have!)  and while I was waiting for the sales clerk to return from looking for what I wanted, this guy was sort of hitting on me.  It was weird.  He was about 50 and quite enormous and he somehow managed to find an excuse to touch me twice. 

First he asked about my necklace and grabbed ahold of it to get a better look (right, as if!)  Then, after asking what I do and all that, stroked, I say STROKED my arm while he asked about all the bruises on them.  “Is someone beating you up,” he asked, stroke stroke stroke.   YUCK YUCK YUCK, get the heck away from me is what I wanted to say….

Instead, I stepped back politely, pulling my arm with me and said, “No, I’ve just been moving heavy objects all day.” (speaking of moving heavy objects, I would have liked to move him and all his heaviness about a mile away…) 

To make things worse/weirder, his wife showed up and he waddled over to her and they chatted then we all chatted.  She seemed very nice and sweet and I wondered what she thought about her lecherous husband, or maybe she didn’t know or notice or want to notice or whatever.  Anyway, it was all very creepy.

Finally the sales guy showed up only to say that he didn’t have the cord.  Then I headed over to buy a wall mount for the TV in the museum.  The guys there remembered me from last time and chatted me up and gave me an extra discount (same as when I bought the TV.) 

I checked myself to make sure I wasn’t flirting or anything… Because when I bought the lumber, the guy at the mill yelled at me and said I must have flirted with the guy who wrote up the order because he way under charged me.  I told him, “No, I didn’t, really.  He was just being nice.” 

And it’s true…. his wife was even there (not that that matters judging by the creepy guy at Best Buy) and his was just being nice and trying to help me out.  Honestly!  I do NOT flirt.  I am nice to everyone for sure and I like to talk to people, but I don’t flirt, especially in any kind of attempt to get a special deal.  That would just be wrong!

Anywho… I feel both a little creeped out and unfairly judged, all at the same time…

 Boo hoo!

On a good note, everything is going SO well at the museum.  Three of Jane’s friend’s showed with trucks and a van, and helped so much and were so nice and didn’t accuse me of anything…

Here I am in the gallery working:

I rebuilt and upholstered that chair myself (oh look, my shoes are untied.) 

-Delia