Another Visit To Carlos

Notice I said "to" Carlos, not "with" Carlos. ;)

After my recent visit with Carlos, I spent some time obsessing over everything that had happened. The entire event flustered me and even scared me a little bit, and I really didn't know the best way to handle it. I figured there were three options... ignore it and hope he got the hint, tell the store management and let them deal with him, or not go to Sam's Club any more unless someone went with me.

None of the options seemed all that great. I didn't like the ignore it option; Carlos didn't give any indication of being the type who understood a hint. I also didn't like the option of telling the store management because I didn't want to cause problems for him and have him upset... you never know just how upset someone might get. And my husband is a bit paranoid, so I hesitated to tell him all the details because I figured he would see it as worse than it really was.

But eventually I decided that I don't want to let some guy change the way I do things. When I need something at a store, I don't want to have to wait for someone to go along. I gave my husband a few more of the details about the incident with Carlos, and asked him if he'd make a visit to Sam's Club with me just to give the elusive husband that I had mentioned a face. When I told him how Carlos even met me in the parking lot, he agreed that something needed to be done, and he pretty much agreed with my solution to the problem. And I vowed to always wear my wedding ring when I went to Sam's Club in the future (which he thought was probably a good idea)!

So last night he had to run to another store that is in the same strip as Sam's Club, and I asked him if we could go to Sam's and pick up a few things that (in my flustered state on Tuesday) I somehow forgot to get. He had a busy evening, but he reluctantly agreed once I convinced him how logical it was to do it while he was right next door anyway.

We parked in the Sam's Club parking lot and started to walk into the store. He asked me if I was going to "hook him" (for the pervs reading this, that means hook arms, not act like a hooker. Not that acting like a hooker wouldn't have been fun, but I didn't want to give Carlos any more ideas. He had too many already!) I said yes, and that I also was going to hang all over him and maybe even give him a blow job in the store aisles somewhere. (He decided that maybe trips to Sam's Club weren't all that bad after all!) As we walked in, I pointed out Carlos (who was working a checkout lane) to my hubby.

We made our way through the store. I picked up the two items I had come for while he browsed through the book section, then I went back to meet him and we made our way up to the checkouts. There were 3 open checkouts. All 3 had about the same number of people in line, so we got into Carlos' line.

When we reached the checkout, I handed over my card to him. He very obviously avoided looking up at me. He didn't greet me by name, like Sam's cashiers are supposed to do. And he, almost unintelligibly, mumbled his way through the standard "did you find everything today" spiel. He never once looked me in the eye. I think he got the point. We'll see.

But hubby never did get his blow job in the store aisles. Maybe next time.