Packing Up, Moving On

The lady at the deli section of the supermarket asks for a big hunk of meat. I overhear her and glance up from my shopping. While the Deli Guy is sawing up some big slab of something for her, she glares at him intensely, not once taking her eyes off him. Feeling the creepy vibrations invade the area around all of us, I stop picking out yogurt and stare at her. Out of nowhere she begins to lick her lips, still staring at Deli Guy. But the thing is, she wasn't licking her lips like, "Even though I'm an older woman, I'm being sexy and demure. I am Anne Bancroft, be seduced by me!" Instead, she sticks her tongue out as far as it will go and completely licks all over her lips. I cock my head in curiosity, because I have no idea what's going on here. We stay like this for a minute, the woman slobbering up half her face in a vain attempt to seduce the oblivious Deli Guy. The absurdity of the situation begins to hit me and I start to laugh out loud, which makes Deli Guy look up from the hunk of meat and stare at me. All of a sudden I've been sucked into this big crazy triangle and have no idea what to do next, how to break the three-way stare we've got going on.

And in some weird way, that kinda sums up my experience in Spain.