I must have had the hungries something serious to get my old ass out in the gentle rain and walk half a mile over to the grocery store for potato breaded haddock filets for lunch. I got my dinner while there, a Marie Calendars turkey breast, mashed potatoes, and green beans meal, all in one frozen triple-divided tray. Also for dessert a Marie Calendars chocolate pie. Waiting in line I had the urge to adjust my bra, since it was out of adjustment, from reaching up to get what appeared to be the last frozen chocolate pie, so I adjusted it with a bit of fidgeting. As I took my awaited spot across from the cashier that knew me, she whispered. "Do you realize you are on camera and that guy was watching you?" I then noticed an old guy behind me pushing up a chocolate pie identical to mine. He struck up a conversation that I recognized, one of a lonely old guy. He had been divorced for 17 years ya de ya de ya de, and he was a good cook but it wasn't worth it for just one person. He saw I liked the same pie he did and was glad I left him one. He had seen me standing on the bottom shelf, reaching in for it but was at the end of the aisle so he couldn't help as he would have liked since he was tall. He also commented that it looked like I was eating alone as he was. At that point, the clerk, noticing me trying to ignore this guy, now uncomfortably close to me, commented she liked my new hairstyle. I responded to her that it was shorter than I had hoped, but thanks for the compliment. This guy commended, uninvited, that he didn't like short hair on women. I pretended my lips were super glued, but I failed and commented that I could care less what he liked. He commented that I wasn't a very nice or friendly person. I was checked out and hastened out with a long quick stride. I took the long way that was by the side of the store where bums like to hang and beg, just in case he would attempt to tail me. He didn't, but one bum was standing smoking a cigarette and asked me for a few bucks to get something to eat. I said if he could afford to smoke, he could afford food. He commented that I wasn't a very nice person. I kept on walking. Maybe time to dig out my old wedding ring and resize it so I can get it over my arthritic knuckles. A fraud maybe, but it might help me be a nicer person.