i think the boy who runs the corner store might just be in love with me.
he knows i love baseball and has determined (quite injudiciously) that 1. i am beautiful and 2. that these two qualities warrant his affection.
but the thing is--
my soda water (for this is what brings me to the corner store) always bubbles over explosively upon the twist of the cap.
and i can't determine if that is reason enough to marry him on the spot, or never return.
image via sabino.