It was about 2:40ish on a Tuesday, my usual time for going out to the grocery store. But I had a thought that I don't usually have when I go the store today. "Maybe this wasn't my best idea."
I tried to grab my favorite cereal, y'know, the one's with the raisins in 'em. Emphasis on the word "tried", because I actually failed miserably. How did I fail at getting a box of cereal from the grocery store? Firstly: someone decided to start stocking my favorite cereal on the top shelf. Secondly: Apparently I am just short enough that I have to jump just a little bit to touch the cereal on the top shelf. Thirdly: turns out, if you move a single shelf of cereal, 30+boxes all fall to the ground at once.
So that brings me to where I am currently. Laying on the floor of a grocery store with 30+ boxes of cereal all around me. I look around, "well I don't think anyone saw me do that" I think to myself. But I am going to need someone to help me with this. Like, soon.
"Uhhh, are you okay?" I look over, there's a guy holding a package of bacon and a gallon of milk at the end of the isle, close to me. Aaand he's looking at me like I'm crazy. And, shit, he's good looking.
"Psh, yeah. A couple boxes of cereal won't kill me" I joked. He made a face at me. Well, not that I could blame him, I mean I did think sitting in a pile of cereal boxes was a joke.
"Here" he said, walking over and reaching his hand out to me, "get up". I took his hand, and he nearly picked my entire body up off the ground, not just my butt. Now that I was standing next to him, I realized this dude was tall. Like, really tall. I had to look up just to see his face since I was standing so close. And now that I've got a good look at him, he is really cute. He's got long-ish blond hair, and a sharp jaw line. His eyes are a nice off-blue.
"You didn't get hurt, did you?" he asked, bringing me back to the cruel reality that I, Gilbert Beilschmidt, am standing in a grocery aisle littered with cereal boxes.
"Nah, but I don't think the boxes are okay." I huffed, looking down at the few smushed boxed from where I was sitting just a few moments ago.
We both just sat there for a moment. Just to take in the sight of it. It was a crap-ton a cereal, after all. Not an everyday sight to say the least. That's when it hit me. We're still holding hands, I thought.
After that, things were a blur. I know a nice lady working there walked by and cleaned up the mess (I luckily wasn't charged for any damages). And I did get my cereal. I know, at some point in the cleaning up process he let go of my hand. Also that I did manage to check out and get back to my car after some apology to some people working there. But I can't remember what happened the blond man that helped me up.
~~One month later~~
2:40ish on Tuesday, my usual grocery store day and time. Except this time, and every time since the "cereal incident" I've been moving through the store slowly. Looking for that guy. I hadn't seen him since he helped me with the cereal. But around Friday the week that I met him, I made the decision that I'd ask him out to lunch if I ever saw him again. And, of course, I hadn't seen him since. That was until I saw a blond head of hair walk into the cereal aisle.