A few week ago I received a compliment from a man while I was bagging my groceries at the store. Being unaccustomed to such praise from strangers, I merely said "thank you," and tried to go about my business. He, however, must have had other intentions, for he persisted with his flirtation until I mentioned I was married-- which was about the next thing I said, mind you. At that, he apologized profusely, gathered his groceries and left. And so, after weeks of pondering how I can avoid future awkwardness, I figure one of three things needs to happen if I'm going to be solo-grocerying:
1. My husband needs to buy me a larger diamond ring. Much, much larger.
2. I design a new set of t-shirts to advertise my relationship status as boldly as Facebook.
3. I adopt a new hairstyle:
Or, I rely on the universal symbol of love: dolphins, and get a tattoo*.