KALAMUSHENKILÖ

Hih. Maybe I’ll run into that cutie again. (The hot cashier in the distance.)

Agh! There he goes again!But… | Where are the dreads?

Bohoooooooo!!! I’m walking past him, but it doesn’t feel like  anything.. What’s wrong with me… He doesn’t even look that good anymore!? | That’s the day my heart broke.

This entry is the final and tragic climax of the story about me and the hot cashier at our next door super market. If you’d like to relapse, follow these links:

Tagit: ♂, arki, shopping, tukala.

Drooling after the cashier continues: ATTEMPTS IN AVOIDANCE
1. Ilai in the corner market again: | Hi!
2. Meep! What Hi?
3. That dreads guy again. And he wasn’t even greeting me, but that chick. | What’s up?
4. I guess I’ll head to the dairy section then.
5. (carton: MILK in Swedish)

1. Gack! There he is again.
2. I’ll just maneuver here quickly. (sign: JUICE↓)
3. Oh snap. He turned here as well.
4. It’s like he’s stalking me… <- Believe in your dreams (NDLR)

1. Blah. Forget about the dude and concentrate on your groceries, Ilai.
2. … wait. I still need some eggs… and …
3. –
4. (sign: EGGS↓)
5. That’s it! I’ll never do my shopping here again.

Tagit: ♂, arki, shopping, tukala.