Stop Staring

Do you ever have the odd feeling that people are staring at you? Today I had this feeling while I was shopping at Cub Foods. I wasn’t dressed any stranger than usual. My hair wasn’t disheveled any more than is to be expected, and there was nothing on my face that shouldn’t have been there; yet, people were giving me weird looks. It could’ve been my imagination, but I saw them divert their eyes when I noticed them. One man in the meat section even said hello to me even though he was in a conversation with some one else. I just wanted to tell them all, “Why are you staring at me? Why can’t a girl buy 3 pounds of hamburger meat, a cucumber, and a couple apples with out all this attention?” The answer is simple, but I had to answer it myself. They were all bored out of their minds because there was hardly anyone in the store. Watching me was their only form of entertainment to keep them from falling asleep on the cash wrap belts.