There are bad pick up lines and there are worse ones.
I was shopping at a local Latino grocery market where the prices for fresh produce and meat are particularly low because Latinos, statistically compared to many other cultures, cook among the most at home and for large families. In other words, they buy so much produce that those kind of grocery stores are able to buy food at lower prices and pass the savings on to customers.
Anyway, with a grocery cart of potatoes, leeks, carrots, onions, lemons and limes, kale, avocados bananas and plantain I was perusing the meat isle.
I was looking over a stack of “young chickens” wrapped in plastic on yellow Styrofoam plates when I noticed a man had approached and was not looking at the chickens but facing and looking directly at me. I continued to peruse.
“Nice chicken,” he mumbled.
Unsure if I heard him correctly I said, “excuse me,” and looked up.
He had black rimmed rectangular glasses he was wearing a light blue dress shirt unbuttoned at the top and his skin was smooth and the color of mahogany (I know this sounds cliche but that really is the best way to describe his complexion). He had beautiful dark eyes and on a quick glance I saw his hands were ring less. He smiled.
“These are nice chickens,” he said, a little louder this time, and nodded toward the pile of poultry carcases.
“Yes they are,” I replied, unsure what else I could say and I turned back to face the stack of naked chickens.
I was pretty sure he was trying to say something to start a conversation with me but I was completely thrown off by his pick up line.
By the time all this had registered and I had decided to try to talk some more I turned my head back in his direction and he had gone back to a grocery cart, never having taken a chicken, and he was turning down the cereal isle.
He glanced my way before turning down the isle and he disappeared.
Unsure what else to do, I also turned and went down the spice and baking supplies isle, also without a chicken in my cart.